
While the world sleeps, a battle rages within my mind.
My thoughts swarm like an unsettled beehive, their echoes intertwining, twisting, and turning, a tempest brewing behind my eyes.
I yearn for rest, yet like a relentless river of reminiscence, the past freely flows.
Amid the silence of the night, a symphony forms. A sorrowful tune orchestrated by the echoes of forgotten phantoms. Within this melancholic melody, my racing heart and breath form a frantic percussion.
Hours slip away. Marked only by the sunrise, its unwelcome rays slipping silently into the room.
I writhe and struggle, a frenzied spirit entangled within the sheets.
Sleep remains elusive, and I, shackled by persistent terrors . . . Remain Haunted.
About the Creator
Caillete Rose
Writing fueled by the creative alchemy of caffeine, DID/PTSD, Sleep Deprivation, and Trauma.
Life's a complicated, beautiful nightmare. Why not write about it?
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