no thoughts come to me
only forced fantasies with hopes of
being dreams
no whispering ghosts in my closet
no creeping monsters under my bed
just the creaking quiet of the night
as snow buries the world outside
i want to sleep
know i should be already
to fight this recurring exhaustion
a silent dependence on caffeine
yet my eyelids won't close
too tired from all the late nights
only content to watch the snow fall
-Zero
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