When we can’t sleep –
our thoughts run deep.
The brain is a funny thing.
There is a fine line between
keeping it together and going
insane. Our minds stay active
despite our bodies remaining
still on a misleading mattress.
Our bodies may be tired,
but we can’t seem to put
out the fire that burns
out of control. There is
a machine in our soul
that does not shut off.
Gears continue to grind;
the operator who
controls our conscious
does not care if we
endlessly stare at
the ceiling. It’s a weird
feeling when we become
drowsy. It feels like we are
drowning. We lose count
of the sheep as they
leap and vanish into
the daunting darkness.
It’s like we are climbing
the tallest mountain without
a harness. We start to see
shadows crawl across
the walls to torment us.
It is a different world
when the day transitions
to night. When we stay up,
we begin to question
if we are sane or if we are
living in vain. We lay
awake wishing we could
drift into a senseless
state. There is no use in
shutting our eyes.
Whether we sleep or not,
the sun will always rise.


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