She lay awake that night,
as the stories ran rampant in her head.
Staring at the ceiling,
it was like a constant feeling of dread.
You see, she can’t control these thoughts,
all she wants is peace.
But as she looked out her window,
she was begging for release.
Release herself from her thoughts,
a tale she knew too well.
That was the sleep she hoped to have tonight,
would have her begging for hell.
But as the night wore on,
she found a spark of light.
A glimmer of tomorrow,
to guide her through the night.
- J . A
