Sleepless Nights

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Emotions ripping, pulling, burning

In a cauldron in the sky

Full of life’s miseries

Churning, turning, bubbling,

Stewing in the depth of your strife

Brewing your worries and insecurities

Into a tormented concoction

Of misconstrued ideas

And misplaced anxiety

That keeps you tossing and turning

The night through

Until the morning arises

With the cauldron a blackened hue

And you are still left wondering…

Whatever shall you do?

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