These thoughts come alive
3am at night, they deny me any slumber
Like a baby that craves attention
They engage me in an inconvenient way
I try to escape from them
With my eyes shut tight
Forgetting they are imbedded inside me
Shutting my eyes strengthens them
They become audio-visual
Sometimes I love them, sometimes I don’t
The graphic detail can be beautifully disturbing
The insomnia is creeping into my daily life
It’s too dominant, making me quiver fearfully
Fear of the night, for I know not what it brings
Only sleeplessness and frightening dreams
Somebody Help!!!

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3 Responses

  1. I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call

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