Border of Insomnia

Exhaustion nags at my thoughts;

laces its fingers within my brain

and tugs at my sanity.

This is the edge

and I teeter back and forth

between function and breakdown.

Depression has the winning hand tonight

and I know I will be up late

to play this endless game of poker,

or chicken-

pushing myself closer and closer

to this thin line

on the border of midnight and dawn.

I let myself sing a lullaby

until the words slur together

into a collage of dreams upon my tongue,

and I wish to only sleep

and forget for several years.

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