i'm beat. i'm counting the sheep.
it's 3 am and i still can't sleep.
the voices are still shouting in my ear.
it's lonely, dark but i can still hear.
something, i can still hear something
banging in my door, the lights flickering.
the cold night breeze is giving me chills.
i already tried taking sleeping pills.
nothing works. nothing ever works.
behind my back, there's a shadow that lurks.
i turn around. what can i see?
what can i see? what can i see?
nothing. i see nothing
but they say "there always is something".
i look again. what do i see?
what do i see? what do i see?
darkness. i see darkness.
there's no hope for me, i guess.
i told myself i'm going back to bed
but all these thoughts are messing with my head.
the banging stopped. the lights are on.
i asked myself, "what is going on?"
suddenly, warmth caressed me.
it whispered, "don't you worry."
i closed my eyes.
i turned off the lights.
i emptied my head
and went back to bed.
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the cringe, am i right?
this poem is slightly unfinished, i'm out of ideas.
inspiration? none, whatsoever. it just came out of nowhere.
thanks for taking your time to read this.
