Insomnia.

I console my veins,
as they quaver with your name,
as the breeze shatters my soul,
my spine aches, away sleep rolls.

tiny streaks of pain penetrate,
from your thoughts, can’t deviate,
as I try to conquer phobia,
breathes on, never ending insomnia.

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