The world appeared to be a dark place
In everything I did I seemed to face
Roadblocks, challenges, though small
Summed up they were taking a toll
On my patience, well-being and sanity
I felt I was trying to sprint on empty
Overly sensitive was I in every interaction
Everything I perceived as an infraction
Though convinced that physically I was well
A vague bodily discomfort I could not quell
I could only view the world from a pessimistic lens
I was ready to snap, I was so tense..
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Before my world could crash and collapse
Before I lost my mind over tiny mishaps
My feet found their way to my bed on their own
They realized what I should have already known
Next thing I remember is waking up from a slumber deep
And the world was transformed after my restorative sleep
Besides having more energy I found
A change in my mood and outlook profound
The pessimistic hues had been replaced
With a silver lining my thoughts were laced
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Days like this come in my life frequently
Following nights of hospital call, that inevitably
Lead to poor or no sleep at night
The next day I am locked in a fight
With the demon of sleep that alters my perception
Everything seems wrong with the world; this deception
Lasts invariably until I catch up on lost sleep
To hit the covers is a promise to myself that I must keep
When I feel the post-call blues overpowering me
I must remember that sleep is my therapy..
Passion...unbridled 