Reflections of a Struggling Soul

Four Walls

I lay here within these four walls, sinking into the darkness, as the world is quiet, slumbering, while my mind races, a relentless mess.

I want to sleep away the bad, To drink until I’m numb, a hollow ache, a silent plea, I’m tired of feeling this heavy hum.

My chest, a leaden vault, feels everything and nothing at all.

Exhaustion wraps around me, a suffocating shawl.

I crave the balm of sleep, but insomnia holds me tight, a lonely vigil in the darkness, night after endless night.

Headphones on, a familiar melody, someone hears my silent plea.

But the words keep spinning, a tangled symphony, no volume knob to set them free.

My mind, a crowded room, echoes with what could have been, should have been.

I crave the quiet peace of empty, just to be, simply to be okay again.

No solace here, just the weight of these walls and the rhythm of my breath.

Another night, another battle fought until sleep’s embrace, a temporary death.

But dawn will come, and with it, the fight begins again, a weary, familiar quest.

For now, I lay here, breathing through it, until I can finally rest.