Toss and turn
I do this best on nights when sleep is far from reach
When dreams escape me and reality is tangled within sheets
Heavy eyes and constant groans
Trying to find comfort
Consistently lying there, eyes shut
Staring at the backs of my eyelids
Thoughts bombarding my brain
My mind throbbing with pain
With battle scars
Of dark marks underneath my eyes
Insomniac: a label I'd rather not keep
YOU ARE READING
Fake You Out.
PoetryThoughts put into poetry. Life put into words. Sometimes I just jot stuff down when I'm bored. I hope you enjoy.
