Sleep awaits in some far off land.
He resides in a quaint,
simple neighborhood.
A gang, Insomnia,
has been causing unrest through the community.
It's best to travel
wrapped tightly in another's arms
when going to visit sleep.
Approaching the door,
you reach forward and knock, knock, knock.
With anticipation you wait for an answer.
None is received.
Pressing your ear against the hardwood door
you listen for footsteps,
wishing for the sound of sleeps approach.
Feeling odd and out of place
you turn and look behind you.
With this, you realize
the person whose grasp kept you safe
is gone.
Sleep will not be answering his door this eve.
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