I wage wars on
The ceiling of
My room.
Write theories
On walls with
The flutter of my eyes.
I wrestle with
My pillow from
Left, right to wrong.
My bed knows it all,
About the
Bloodshed in my mind.
I don't fall asleep
Just like that.
Caught up in the
Whirlpool of
Over-thinking.
Fighting the
Leech-like
Thoughts of mine.
Dreaming,
Drowning,
Hoping, Choking.
I wither to sleep.