Unrest

Third night now-
No sleep-
To wrap its flannel arms around me-
Feeling its crepe-like fingers caressing my dreams.
These years of bedtime prayers-
O healing, answer me in this room-
Lit with strings of violet twinkling lights-
Every night I begin again-
Faith whispers, that with the rising sun, tomorrow will be different.
Maddening unrest-
Nights laden with insecurity.
My general discontentment-
This distorted sense of self-
Gnaws away at what could be-
A peaceful night of sleep.
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