If Words Could Portray

Lying Still

Admiring the moon shining through the blinds,
thoughts storming in her head,
casting shadows, twisting minds.
All her worries just grow and spread,
going over questions that were left unsaid.
To make it quiet she shuts her eyes tight,
chasing a peace that's out of sight.
The tic-toc sound of the clock in the room,
fuels her mind, thinking of the doom.
Her heart keeps thumping with a nervous beat,
her mind keeps sighing with acceptance of defeat.
The whispers in her head grow louder,
every single time a new doubt reaches her.
The wish to find solace in this storm,
keeps drowning down like in a pond a worm.

She lays right there, staring at the ceiling,
listening to the silent screamings of her thinking.
She lays right there, in a tangled grace,
longing for comfort and a soft embrace.
She does need a hand to calm her troubled heart,
to answer all the questions that tore her apart.
Support her jar of thoughts, not let it spill,
as she drowns down deeper, silently lying still.