Getting up at 2 in the morning
brooding over the day’s events.
I sense a dull pain in the legs
symptomatic of restless
leg syndrome. Straighten
and twist the leg
that most hurts. At times
let out a sob. An hour
passes the clock strikes
3 and then 4, Listening
to the tick tock
I stare in the dark,
Silence unfolds.
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