The night is long, the hours stretch,
As anxiety takes hold and won't let go,
Sleepless nights become the norm,
As worries and fears begin to swarm.
The silence of the night is deafening,
As the mind races with no reckoning,
Thoughts and concerns, they never cease,
As the heart races without release.
The darkness of the night is suffocating,
As the mind replays every situation,
Anxiety grips tight, and won't let go,
And the sleepless nights continue to grow.
The pillow is soft, the bed is warm,
But the mind is in a constant storm,
A storm of worries, doubts, and fears,
That keeps one awake, in tears.
The night drags on, and the dawn approaches,
But the anxiety remains, and encroaches,
On the day that's yet to come,
And the sleepless night has left one numb.
But still, the hope remains within,
That someday, the anxiety will thin,
And the sleepless nights will be no more,
And the mind will finally find rest and restore.