Of nightwalkers

Most nights, the peace wont come.

they stay up late,

the demons in my head

chattering about important nothings.

My eyes plead, they don’t listen.

They talk loud, about me mostly

my day,that call i didn’t make,the gym,

the boy from 2 years ago, mother, father,..

Toss, turn, toss again

this dance they love.

The sheets will complain at dawn.

Some nights,they let sleep in

tonight is not one of them.

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