The end of the day,
It's both my favorite and least favorite time.
I've changed into my pajamas,
I'v brushed my teeth,
I've turned out the lights.
Now I lay in bed, tired
But my mind starts racing.
I curl up under the covers,
Trying to think of nothing.
The silence bothers me,
So my thoughts break the void.
I think about everything that happened,
Everything that I wish happened,
And every horrible thing could happen in the future.
The darkness of the room envelops me.
What could be lurking there?
Something standing over my bed,
Or in the doorway?
I dare not open my eyes,
Even though I know nothing is there.
I am trapped in the confines of my thoughts,
Stuck in this unending void between dream and reality.
Every fear,
Every nightmare,
Every sin,
Every horror that I have witnessed has shown its ugly face this night,
As it does most every night.
I have no concept of time,
I could have been lying here half-awake for hours or for minutes.
For I dare not open my eyes,
In fear that I open them and see something other than my bedroom wall.
Why must I go through this torment?
Why does every memory, either good or bad, come to haunt me at night?
Why can't I just fall asleep peacefully?
Maybe...
Maybe for the fear that I might not wake up again.
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It's been a while since I wrote a poem. Well, this is kind of a poem, I don't really know what to call it.
I hate it when this happens when I'm trying to sleep! Tell me I'm not the only one this happenes to?
Anyway, if anybody reads this, I hope you like this one. Please Comment, Vote, and Share!
