Sleepless
By Alex TorresPublished 10 months ago • 1 min read
Photo by Ganapathy Kumar on Unsplash
I am now so freaking tired,
but I just can't fall asleep;
endless thoughts about the day
and how it could have been upkeep.
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Why is that, when I could use
a night-long leisure to recoup,
it's when I have it the hardest
and my brain goes for a loop?
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All the thoughts appear at once,
flashing paintings of my life;
notions of the future and past,
doubts and worries were rife.
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Can I go back to those old days
when I was young, stable, and blessed,
when didn't took that much to enjoy
going straight for a long rest?
About the Creator
Alex Torres
Started writing short stories back in 1988 at work, when I had an empty page to fill for the employee's internal magazine. Taking the pen again after a 30 year-long hiatus, exploring where it takes me this time.
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This means that the heart seeks essence—the essence of existence and of being. Not the poppy-flower frivolity of the young who have not yet been shaped by tears.