Sleeping at night is no delight,
where shadows whisper my deepest fright.
Darkness unfurls, a silent war,
how to calm this restless core.
Summoning strength, I stand to fight,
yet the battle rages through the night.
When sleep descends with quiet grace,
dreams emerge, a tender embrace.
Morning's glow dispels the plight,
the sun’s touch, soft and light.
In dawn's gentle, revealing light,
I find my truth—sleeping at night is no delight.
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