Fear creeps in
As the daylight fades
Twilight comes along
Bringing with it the blades.
The back rests and the battle begins
The same teams, the same fight
As the insomniac in you fidgets
You know its only keeping you up with fright
Toss and turn around in bed
Was it the body shaming at work?
Was it the 3-year-old break up at the back of your head?
Was it the coldness in your flatmate’s smirk?
You know the teams are stronger tonight.
Those love handles seem to love you too much
Those dark circles ain’t gonna get any better
Those sickening stares across the street make you feel so stuck
All those “haters gonna hate” don’t get you any closer.
A sudden clank in the hallway pulls you out of your covers
“Anabelle?” “Bathsheeba?” You wonder which ones at your door
And then you find yourself laughing
Could they be any worse than those in a man’s head?
You ponder and ponder
And you think of the morrow
I am gonna slip into slumber
Ain’t got no time for sorrow
You know life has been kind to you
And you know you aint returning the favour
Why doesn’t the insomniac ever get tired
Why do the same tedious battles don’t let you sleep for few
Why doesn’t the night ever get old
You think!
And that’s another hour’s sleep in the drain!
You think some more! Why? How? When?!
And thats a week’s rest gone with a stain!
A boon and a bane
Curb it here and curb it now
The “overthinker” ain’t gonna show you any love.
Author: Anusha Akella
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Author Bio: A 25 year old amateur writer, exploiting the therapeutic facet of expression in the form of text.
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