by Sadig Gasim Mukhayer
I stay awake on thoughts I dwell
Oh well
To sleep I’ll go, return I must
Burdened by my waking hell
Oh well
Though waking beauty I do lust
So rain upon me a sleeping spell
Oh well
My dreams I know I cannot trust
While waking I know what I tell
Oh well
Sleep speaks, I hope its words are just
Oh well, oh well, oh well
My bed I shall approach now
Oh well, oh well, oh well
My wake, my sleep shall poach now
Oh well, I bid farewell to life and love
Oh well, sleep I shall and rise above
Oh well…
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