A Form of Hope
Tiring myself out;
to the point of exhaustion;
so I can sleep.
Otherwise I would be kept awake;
by thoughts that refuse to retreat.
Only brings sadness and pain
and a sleepless night again.
(C)BJG(Blair Gaulton)June 2015
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