Poetry

Tired Eyes

My eyes are heavy,

Sleep welcomes me.

Yet, why don’t I fall into a peaceful slumber?

The answer is simple.

Fear.


I fear the thoughts that arise,

In the dark,

Between awake and asleep.


These thoughts circle.

Shouting at me,

That I’m a bad person.

And all I can do is listen.


So,

I’m afraid.

I won’t shut my eyes,

I refuse,

Until exhaustion takes hold of me.


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