Poetry Readings

12am

I would lay in bed, in the complete darkness and utter silence, it's quiet. I'm exhausted, I've done alot and I would go to sleep just to try it.
But I can't.
For some reason, I just can't sleep. Even when I close my eyes, I start to freak. My eyes would be so lazy and they'll force themselves to meet. I, usually, wait until the end of the week . Because my thoughts and nightmares end up coming together, to greet.
I'll stay up and think about what I have to do tomorrow, what I had to do today, and the events that's in its way. I think wayy too much, but it's a price I have to pay. Because at the end of the day, I know I'll never get my way.

{12/4/18}