Wide awake
it hurt too much to sleep
and when pain ebbed
the numbing was even worse
Just thinking of the right words
something, anything
to make it right again
was enough to make anyone crazy
Curling and tossing on the bed
such a hollow feeling
a glaring reminder of being alone
even if someone else was there
These hours locked away
in the dead quiet of night
stole sane thoughts
and left all bereft
Rest would not come
when so much was wrong
if there were ways of turning the tides
they may be vetted in the dark
The Word Rummager 
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