It's hard to sleep these days.
Nightmares of our memories
thoughts of what could of been
and thoughts of what may be
make my nights restless and long.
The what-ifs of my lifetime
and the questions that I've left unanswered
haunt me in the dark.
Sometimes I wish
someone was there with me
to chase away the shadows
to protect me from myself
and yet
I find that solitude brings a sense of comfort.
The dark has become a sort of companion
on these long, insomniac nights.
