Insomnia

I stand by my window,
looking out at the night sky.
Silver stars twinkle in harmony
on a clear, velvet backdrop,
as the crescent moon
sings a silent serenade,
six hours before sunrise.
Such a beautiful, peaceful night;
yet sleep evades me.
This life within a life
seems to have a will of its own.
Insomnia wears a tarnished crown,
and I am now a weary servant.

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