Sleeplessness
The clock continues to run Seconds turning into minutes, minutes turning into hours Lying in bed, tossing and turning. Restless.
Just close your eyes and relax they say, and make yourself comfortable. But during nights like these, Nothing feels right.
The room is silent, yet noisy from your thoughts Playing your voice in thousands of different ways; Different emotions, tones, speeds You begin to wonder if these thoughts are even your own.
Your mind continues to flow furiously, like rapid fire of a gun from a survivor afraid of dying.
The room is dark, yet full of colour. You see the different shades of blacks and greys; From the shadows of the furniture and objects in your room, but you can’t help but question the things you see. You’re aware it is only you in the room But during nights like these, everything feels the opposite to what you may think.
3am, the self feels extra cautious Only when you tell yourself, it’s the devil’s hour Anything that happens from now, is the result of that supernatural being… …You TRY to not tell yourself. The one that drives negative forces and unpleasant surprises And during nights like these, You wonder if he’s watching you
Your head aches from trying to force your eyes shut Your eyelids are crinkled from trying to keep them closed Your heart races because of fear that if you don’t sleep now, you might go through this forever. Your body feels the violent river of stress, Gushing from your head down, drowning your insides, You won’t sleep now You can’t sleep now
Then your eyes are welcomed by the sun.
What happened?
