Theme: Sleeplessness

These Fires

by Evona Hill
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My eyes are open and my mind tires,
Fighting the battles that create these fires.
Wanting so much to drift into a dream,
It's impossible, or so it would seem.
Telling my voices to quiet their fears,
As the rising sun quickly nears.
I close my eyes and lay so still,
My voices are awake with a mind to fill.

02-Apr-2006

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