• I find myself laying in bed drowning in my own thoughts letting it fill my dark room. I am not thinking of a particular thought and the thoughts are not what’s keeping me up this late. It is the lack of space in this dark empty room. my thoughts filling up every inch, every crack, and every crevice leaving nothing untouched. My thoughts are so loud in here, going back and forth making it harder and harder to even breathe. I lay there in bed exaggerating that I am drowning and gasping for air. Just when I imagine me taking my last breath of air my bedroom door swings open. All my thoughts pour out of the bedroom like the room was filled with actual water bringing relief from all the thoughts. Once all was cleared I find my 2 yr old girl up and awake standing in my door way holding her blanket and said I want juice daddy.  lol what a savior because daddy almost drowned from his own thoughts. 



  • Author: heartbreak (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 3rd, 2019 02:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: A glance into one of those sleepless nights of mine
  • Category: Family
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