Insomnia, and the fear that comes with it
I lay awake
at night
in the dark room
with colors bleached in a fault
the only presence is the Darkness
eyeing me
I shiver
tip toes are quietly heard
but there is nobody here
is anybody there?
I don't want to know
I shut my eyes
Insomnia pulling me under
I still lay with the night
cradling it
even though the fear penetrates my body
like a thousand of needles coming into contact with my skin
im afraid of the dark
of the shadows I see dancing around
it's just my imagination, right?
darkness so peaceful but so scary
the walls feel like they're caving in on me
I'm just too paranoid
I toss and turn
sweat illuminating my freckled skin
I swear I can hear things
it's just me
let me think that
one final hour, I'm too afraid to move
I can feel the night moving
is it almost over?
the floor creaks and the ceiling makes a thud
It's okay, I'm just overthinking
I'm alone in the room,
it's just me
I concentrate on that thought
until the sun peeks through the blinds
and I let out my breath
nothing to be afraid of,
because eventually there will always be light.
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