Short Sleep

It took me time to fall asleep last night.
My tender throat inspired mortal thought,
and talk about emotional insight
and mysteries of medicine had brought
disturbed considerations into light.
I didn’t feel exactly overwrought,
but comfort in the bed eluded me
until the clock read some time after 3.

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