Restless

Again my sleep has all been slept

Though tired in my head is kept

My eyes will close, my dreams will start

But my slumber soon then falls apart

 

First a tickle, then an itch

The comfort of my side will switch

My legs then move without my help

A crying bird, a phantom yelp

 

A shiver turns into a sweat

But still with yawns I’m racked and met

I’m growing tired of this fight

My dreams shall come but not tonight

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