The things that keep me up at night

are usually my mistakes:


Things I wish I had done

chances I want to take.

The regrets I can never shake

opportunities I long to make.


The things that keep me up at night

whisper in my ears:


Reminding me of good times

lost over the years.

Laughs over cold beers

the boys yelling cheers.

Of the times when I was brave

and had no fears.


The things that keep me up at night

replay in my mind:


Of the times when was I more inclined

to do something kind,

not climb behind walls

and turn an eye blind

to someone in a bind



I lie awake... troubled and torn

questions run laps around my mind

I try to find my way out of the maze called my brain...

but I am trapped in here and can’t escape.


  • dusk arising

    Those tortures can be hell and insomnia will rule.
    A good book, or even a bad one, is a remedy until your eyes are too tired to continue.

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