Dark circles mark another night without rest. Another night with dreams too lucid and nightmares too obscene. Another night with a mind restless and writhing in every position. Another night with blankets in a choke-hold until light overcomes the curtains. Another night gone... And marked solely without rest.
AO Poetry 
A really vivid description of insomnia. very well penned. 🙂
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Thank you Hobbo!
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How are you doing ?
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I’m doing good 🙂 How are you?!
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