Restless night
My mind is a constant battleground. Thoughts and processes all jumbled chaotically together, sleeplessy I wrestle with my pillows. I throw the covers off and try to breathe deep slowing the rythm of my heart to no avail. I stand up in the gathering darkness and pace back and forth hoping I might somehow exhaust myself.
Why do I have so many problems falling asleep? Is it the futon mattress that lies on the floor, hard as slate. Or perhaps the nicotine that courses through my veins. My thoughts work in overdrive as I stand there silently. Pumping out questions to many things, answers eluding my grasp. So many problems strike at me from every corner.
I ward them away with my hands, not now I muse. I'll deal with you when sleep overtakes me, and another day is born from the morning's breath. Yet, there they lie, silently inching closer. I feel as if im drowning slowly. Every moment an excrutiating intake of air, so here I sit in the glimmer of dawn.
Staring at a computer screen, and endlessly chainsmoking. Gazing at the clock as the moments of my life drain, like an hourglass. The slow throbbing hum of orchestrated music lingers in the air, clenching my heart strings in a melancholy drama unfolding. Gazing longingly at my bed, hoping beyond hope; that God grants one last miracle to a troubled soul.
Why do I have so many problems falling asleep? Is it the futon mattress that lies on the floor, hard as slate. Or perhaps the nicotine that courses through my veins. My thoughts work in overdrive as I stand there silently. Pumping out questions to many things, answers eluding my grasp. So many problems strike at me from every corner.
I ward them away with my hands, not now I muse. I'll deal with you when sleep overtakes me, and another day is born from the morning's breath. Yet, there they lie, silently inching closer. I feel as if im drowning slowly. Every moment an excrutiating intake of air, so here I sit in the glimmer of dawn.
Staring at a computer screen, and endlessly chainsmoking. Gazing at the clock as the moments of my life drain, like an hourglass. The slow throbbing hum of orchestrated music lingers in the air, clenching my heart strings in a melancholy drama unfolding. Gazing longingly at my bed, hoping beyond hope; that God grants one last miracle to a troubled soul.
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