It

It plagues me with restless yearnings
For what
I do not know.

I only sense that hour is nigh
and I wait
without knowing why.

Sleep begs
but is denied
the aching tired yawns,

And waits with restless yearnings
As though
An answer will be revealed.

The question remains unknown.

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