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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