A niggling something
burrows relentless
through the blanket of sleep
wakes me up
I search the crevices of my mind
for clues
for thoughts, put aside,
feelings, unfelt, unexplored
They flicker and crackle
like a B-grade movie
with disjointed parts
and a bad ending
I toss and tumble
through the unexpected twists
until sleep rescues me
from the debris of my past
I know they wait
for an encore
weaving another movie
for another night
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