I cannot sleep.
The mind runs wild,
The night feels mild.
The body is tired,
Yet the mind has not expired.
Tossing and turning
Back and forth,
All for nothing
For what it's worth.
The city is sleeping
As I'm actively peeping.
Through the curtains,
Through the sights,
All I see are midnight lights.
I cannot sleep
Regardless of how much I strive.
The thoughts to sweep
Are far too overwhelming to keep.
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Psychsis
PoetryWithin the embrace of my demons. · -------------------- · 𖥸 · -------------------- · This poetry collection contains sensitive and potentially triggering content such as substance use, self-harm and suicidal thoughts. Read with precaution.
