Fitful rest

Fitful sleep deprived of rest gathers in my unwilling chest… Testing this heart in fearsome night ventures, cold morning starts with realities awakening. Was it my life or another in slumber I found… Where tonight is my sleep trail bound… Still yet I go, like others before.. Crashing, cursing waring on fears, till none draw near… Whose dream my night has captured… its release of this soul only prayers and peace from the the rapture will suffice… Just one nights slumber, with our dreams vice would be nice..WAM

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