insomniac

[PrttyBrd]

Sitting here in the ethereal glow of the screen.House in darkness.Mind swimming endlessly, relentlessly.not allowing the slightest slumber.Pictures of people and things swirl like water down a drain.Can't stop running, like a slide show on speedThere is no sense to be madeUnable to focus, the words do not comeThe thoughts to do not formAlways on the tip of the tongueBut never out in the openThoughtless and flusteredDreams are impossibleNights are eternalDays are useless when sleep is so desperately requiredIs there hope for a hopeless situationWhen is enough, enough?Why is it that their problems land on my shoulders?To be freeTo be restedThoughts are beginning to feel like motion sickness