Dear diary,
I can't sleep.
I have insomnia.
I have a hard time sleeping
My eyes were red and itchy. My nerves are shaking, and my heartbeat is unstable. My tears often run down my cheeks, but I am not crying. I'm just frustrated.
I am tired.
I am drained.
I want to rest.
I can't sleep.
I roll my body on my bed, tangled in sheets.
I can't sleep.
My mind is alive.
My breathing is heavy, my eyebrows are twitching, my hands are shaking.
I am suffering.
I heard the noise of the night.
Crickets scream so loudly outside.
Nothing peaceful.
My heart beats, and the clock is ticking all at once.
It is dark and cold, yet I am sweating.
My bed felt uncomfortable.
Pillows around me hug my body tightly.
My blanket covered my feet as they shivered.
I look at the window.
It's still dark, but fragments of the sun's powerful light are slowly illuminating the horizon.
It's dawn.
I still can't sleep.
The cricket's noise was silenced by the chicken's loud voice.
Alarms were ringing.
Voices in the kitchen.
The birds are singing a song of good morning.
It's morning.
The sun is greeting.
The breakfast is ready.
A busy day is waiting.
But I am still trying to sleep.
YOU ARE READING
diary of a broken soul
PoetryThis book is a compilation of poems. This is for those who have a broken soul trapped in a tired, restless body. Every piece of your brokenness will fit in each word, and every part of you will be in every chapter. Be with the book, as it will conti...
