Wide awake
In the middle of the night.
Thoughts buzzing in my head,
Leading me down rabbit holes.
I’m losing hope
For peace and quiet
Amongst this flood
Of worries and doubts,
Questions and regrets,
Reminders and ideas,
Guilt trips and fears.
I want to go back
To the dream I was
So mercilessly pulled out of,
But no memories of it are left.
Not even a hint.
I wish I could turn down the volume
In my head,
Or mute it altogether.
I wish I could open the windows
Of my mind
And chase the annoying thoughts
Away,
Like flies.
Until all that’s left
Is blissful emptiness.
Insomnia
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