Poetry

Sleepless Nights

The ceiling watches over us as we sleep

As pointless as a person too deep,

Deep in their emotional hell,

Feeling that all they can do is dwell

High and seemingly useless, it haunts us

It’s a worse feeling than waiting for a bus

We stare and stare, ending up sleepless

Insomnia only adds to the never ending bleakness

 

Life never catches up to where we find ourselves

It feels likes we’re constantly stacking the same shelves

Repetition, no change, our lives become pointless

We ignore all of the encouraging noises

 

The moon shines bright through our curtains

No sleep again – live becomes a burden

Will we ever reach that bright light?

I guess we’ll never make it at night

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