Nights | #poemsreview

My sleep schedule is weird.

Even calling it a schedule is generous.

Some nights I would dream a great dream,

Other nights I wouldn't go to sleep until 2.

Most nights I would out with no recollection of falling asleep and wake up with a blank mind.

But there would be rare nights

Where I would stare at my ceiling fan

And observe how the light from my sleep speaker refracted within the spinning wings.

I would also contemplate about any and everything,

Such as how cavemen discovered fire,

When stuffed animals were invented,

And why humans were created.

There would be nights where I would lie

Still in bed with tears in my eyes

Unable to stop myself from hurting

With no clear reason why.

Sometimes it would be a superficial reason

Like how I'm a socially awkward girl.

Other times it would be a depressing reason

Like why I'm still alive in this world.

It's hard to deal with those particular nights

Over and over and over again.

But the next day would refresh me

And I would just become alright in the end.

I act as if those nights never happened

Though I carry the pain caused by them.

I'll be okay; I know that wholeheartedly

Even if it's sometimes hard to believe.

Dedicated to those who try, try again

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