Awake in my fear
Awake in my anger
Awake I lay in this bed
I lay on my side,
Sitting in the darkness
my thoughts bouncing
around in my head
pounding inside my brain
like they are trying to escape.
My thoughts don't want to be trapped
In utter darkness.
But still I lay motionless.
Sleep not coming.
It won't come any sooner,
then I will breath submerdged in water,
or fly into the air like a bird.
How happy that bird must feel,
not having gravity holding it to the ground.
Awake I still lay.
Thinking of the future.
Thinking of the present.
Thinking of the past.
None changing from what they are or will be.
Awake in these impending thoughts.
Awake I lay.
