The sun sets as the moons rises.
I close my eyes waiting for the relief of sleep,
It doesn't come.I hear the voices of my house go silent,
And I know I am aloneI think of what will come when the sun returns,
What will become of me,
What will I do,
What will happen.My mind wanders,
I think of wonderful things that could happen,
They won't though.I pass the time by imagining stories,
But my heroes can sleep,
Why can't I?I sing songs in my head,
They say what I cannot,
They express what I have yet to feel.I know it's late,
But sleep still doesn't come.I don't understand what is wrong with me,
I can't help but feel I'm doing something wrong,
I'm stupid,
Useless,
Annoying...Sleepless.
Waiting for the sun to return and release me from these thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Sea of Thoughts
PoetryJust some random short poetry I think of when I can't go to sleep, sad, or bored.