the mind refuses to
rest when it's asleep?
What to do when
thoughts circle over
the same question till
they lose their shape?
Time slows,
night lengthens,
silence is crowded and
quietude is a diarrhea
of incomplete answers.
The unseen labour,
sustained pressure,
a friction that produces
fatigue without movement.
The body lies tired, but
the mind doesn't find
closure.
In comparison,
isn't hell overrated?
Give someone immortality
and take away their sleep.
Make them stranded
in their own head by
giving infinite hope with
inevitable despair.
Ask them to carry the
boulder up and down by
infecting their mind with
ideals of persistence.
And when they ask a
counter question,
tell them-
"One must assume
Sisyphus happy."