Lay your head down to sleep.
Fears fill your mind.
Overthinking at its finest.
What does the future hold?
Can I?
Will I?
What am I?
Sweat beads form around your forehead.
Breathing heavily.
Dreaming of everything that can go wrong.
Chest is tight,
Tossing and turning as time refuses to stop.
This has to be nightmare.
The unknown, the unknown future.
Eyes moving rapidly behind its lids.
Life is moving.
Years are passing.
The same dream haunts my sleep,
so I don’t get any.
Insomnia moves me to walk around.
This is still just wasted time.
What was it all for?
What am I trying to tell myself?
What does it all mean?
Lay back down.
Eyes bloodshot and burning.
Sun rises, as light peaks through the window.
It’s morning and I’m still ridden with fear.
I must be sleeping.
But, like a slap in the face, reality sets in…
No.
My Life IS the Nightmare!
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