It gets scary at night, with thoughts clamouring up in my head without a respite
I stare at the ceiling, eyes move along the motion of the fan, a look sideways with the door shut tight
Breathing consciously, every movement within is loud and clear
Silence is loud and fills the room with a feeling that’s unsettling
I coil up in my bed, think of moments when all was fine, when life was springtime
The glory doesn’t last long, so I shift the base to the present, where the radio is turned on
The tunes don’t soothe me either; the endless gab is discordant and makes me more restless
So I get back to reading, but ‘Kafka on the shore,’ is having an effect that’s boderline depressing- it’s a beautiful tale, bizarre and rare, but it has the tone that stirs the inner ghosts and all goes astray
Calling a friend, doesn’t help either, am at a loss for words and vocal expression, so I choose not to indulge in a dialogue that’s spacey
I wait, turning sides and angles, for dawn to set in; in the bright light there is hope and a glimmer of happiness
Time is at its pace, eyes are tired, mind is on a run, a mile per hour
All I need is to sleep like a baby, I’ve forgotten the mornings when I woke up fresh and early
All I need is to sleep for now, the days are not too long, and time is running out
All I need is a shot of sleep….
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