To sleep

To sleep

As I turn down the wick on the light of the day

The dread takes its toll on my sleep

When I wake I am haunted by ghosts of the night 

When I sleep I lie there awake

The problems are solved by turning away

With a mask of the bland and serene

I cannot take credit for the ways of the world

But I can take a part in its dream

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