When finally tensions start to ease,
let chaos in your brain release
The lessening of the outside ramble
Window scratches from a bramble
It’s soft and warm, you’re almost numb,
Stay still, don’t move and it will come
Accept this comfort, let it creep
To let you drift away in sleep.
The Bag Lady 
Lovely rhyming poem. Mind if you could check out my poetry blog?
https://poetry2473.wordpress.com
We could follow each other if you like my writing.
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I wish I could drift away in the comforting embrace of sleep. Alas, it is not to be. Really nice post.
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