As like a Night Owl that watches overnight, I find myself often sitting in my bed at midnight, my mind racing through the past and fearing for the future. My eyes tired, my body deprivated of rest, still I wonder why my mind won’t shut.
I tell myself to sleep, forcing my eyes shut, 1 AM says the clock, then my mind races – a mix of reality and fantasy. 2 AM says the clock – a round of memories of foolishness. 3, 4, 5 AM – I hear birds chirping the morning in, everyday my life’s an endless dream.
And I thought to myself why am I finding sleep so hard, I’ve tried everything, but still it won’t come, it is as if the darkness in my room isn’t dark enough.
Such tragedy has befallen me, for in all my days, all I want is peaceful sleep.