The insomniac 

Oh sleep where art tho

Tiredness my friend

Sleep a long lost acquaintance

Tiredness, friendship to the end.

The ticking clock

Never to stop,

The silent bed

Where you flop.

1234

You can count to infinity

Awakeness and tiredness

A forceful synergy

Then it happens

Your final sleeping calm

The absence of consciousness

Then the abrupt reality alarm.

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