The Psychological Kind (Poetry)

Sleep

It's squeezing at my heart and sending shivers down my spine

Untill now I never knew that mad could feel so divine

I'm on the edge of terror, horror and fear

And this suspense is killing me, I can almost feel the tears

My reflection is smirking back, whilst the world fades close to black

My eyes are closing like the shop in my soul

It's making me feel sick

And scared

I'm trying to sleep, but I'M NOT TIRED

and the THINKING JUST WON'T STOP

(©P.H.Dyer 2013+)