Everybody's asleep
It's quiet outside
But there's unrest in my head
Voices shouting
Voices screaming my name
To do something
To be something
Because time's limited
and would soon run out
The voices
They don't let me sleep
They keep me awake and make me think
Think of a way to be what i'm supposed to be.
-Rachel Alice
YOU ARE READING
The Nocturnal Journal
PoetryThe words that help me release the thoughts that keep me from sleeping at night.
