3 am
Staring at the ceiling
Awake and not capable of falling asleep
Woe what a horrible thing
Mind racing
Thoughts curnning
Another night without sleep
Another night to live
With the pain and horror of the past
Or what a mind is capable of creating
Body sore
Bones aching
Can the torture pass?
This you see is what
What some experience nigh on every night
Stars shine above in the night sky
Moonlight pouring in through the window
Yet see this
This does not pass
It does not stop
Nor does it get any easier
So just,
Close your eyes and sleep
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Yours
PoetryWARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU BECOME EASILY SAD These are depressing poems. I advise you to not read them if you are young or your heart strings can be easily pulled.
