The dawn is breaking
Yet you are awake,
Mind won’t concede
With the idea of sleeping.
The bed sheet is begging mercy
Underneath your restless back,
Pillows drenched with sweat and tears.
The room is silent only sigh
Inhibited sobbing echoes
Walls are cold, offers
Unsolicited sympathy
Eyes tired of being consciously closed
Asking yourself tons of questions
Questions that tortures your sanity
Answers are hard to come by
Within your logic.
Sometimes you opt to create
An alternate reality
Within the realms of your intellect
A realm of make believe
