Insomnia

I lie awake thinking

While staring at my ceiling

About so many things

To name a few: my day

Tomorrow

The paint chip on

The wall

How many days until

The weekend

Did I remember to do something

I wasn’t supposed to

Remember to do?

Will he leave?

I never said

Goodbye to my dog

Darkness

My heartbeat in my head

Sounds like footsteps in the hallway

If someone broke in

Would they hear

My screams?

Would anyone help?