Literature
The Dreamer
Long nights of tossing and turning,
Imagining things that will never be.
Wanting to sleep, eyes burning,
Yet the mind races, going crazy.
Wishing to just escape from it all,
Run from everything and everyone,
While trapped by your own walls.
There is no hope; no shining sun.
Another day begins, all the same,
With time lost looking out windows,
And playing the typical mind games.
Like that, the sun comes and goes,
Leaving insomnia to yet again strike.
The cycle replays; not a single pause,
Thoughts creep back in, all alike,
Without explanation, without a cause.