It's 2 am,
The clock is ticking
And yet
Here I lie wide awake
My head is full
The thoughts rushing
Like a torrid stream
Swollen with the winter rains
I can't make it stop
Why won't it stop
Don't I deserve
A little peace?
It's 3 am
And here I lie
Crying softly
In my bed
Why can't I sleep
Why can't I end
The roiling
Cogitation?
It hurts you know,
It fucking hurts
It kills me slowly
Slowly but surely.
The longer I toss and turn
The more desperate I get
I know that this must end.
I know that my life must finish
For me to get some rest.
