Sleepless Nights

Sleepless Nights

I desperately try to grasp onto the darkness that would bring the next day. But sleep eludes me. It hold me awake in a sleeping world. I toss and turn in my bed in hopes it will tire me, but it doesn't work. Every minute the darkness morphs shadows in ever corner, in hopes to haunt me. A branch tapping on the window slowly forms the shape of a hand, seemingly trying to reach through to grasp me, to drag me into the dark outside world.

Tired eyes stare up at the ceiling, buring with every blink, red veins more prominent. Tears start to form in the red eyes. Head pounding with every movement it makes. Body stiff and sore, hoping it would get a goodnight rest. The hours pass by unbearably slow into the next day, the sun slowly peals back the night to bring an orange glow into the dark room. I claw desperately at the sheets in anger.

Why can't I sleep.

I close my eyes trying to force myself to sleep, but nothing comes. Nothing but sadness. As the shadows start to fade and the light gets brighter, the world starts to awaken. The birds singing, the neighborhood starts with a fresh new day, the sound of my father going off to work; all these sounds make me want to cry out in agony from my restless night.

Getting up, my limbs feel week and useless. My eyes blurring, trying to hard to focus on the world around me. I know that it's going to be hard, to not be tempted by the dark, and ghostly hands trying to pull me back into the dark, unconscious of sleep. But I go through the day hoping tonight will be different, that tonight I will fall into a heavy dreamless sleep.

~AcePumpkin~

"SURVIVING"

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