Poem -
Sleepless
A tormented soul must hunt for his sleep,
As it's shy like a rabbit,
And will run from a peep,
A lullaby will be his bait,
Sung in silence and good faith,
for the sonnet is a whisper of,
The many sins that came and stayed,
Stained  the soul and lay in wait.
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