The winds howl
As the devil smiles
My dear why does sleep
Torment you so
Why does she evade you
Like a thief in the night
The shadows cloak her
As she robs you
Of your peace
And takes flight
Filling your thoughts
With caffeine-like energy
Restless and reckless
You lay awake waiting
Unaware of the fact
That she won't visit
Until you let your mind
Run wild
YOU ARE READING
Overthinker
Poetry{tw: suidical ideation, death, anxiety, depressive thought} My thoughts are a full time job. Poetry from your local overthinker.
