onnothingandeverything:

sleep evades
a halfhearted pursuer
on pestilent legs,
scurrying unseen
from cracks to crevices,
but murky shadows
shifting in the darkness
reveal its lurking presence.
it is a waiting game -
patience will reward
lazy efforts
with the slow death
of another day
(almost invincible,
resurrecting
with the dawn).



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