Tired

by Kaitlyn Buell

Tired
Restless, I lay awake
Time disappears before my eyes
As if time was ever my friend in the first place
I am worn and I've grown weary
Talking in circles has become a daily hobby
I ask for forgiveness
Not from god, but from myself
I scream out to the night sky
The night sky gently replies
A twinkle in the eyes of the night
The feeling of a presence overwhelms my every being
Out in the abyss I sense there is more
I fear I am mad, nutty, erratic
I may have a couple screws loose
Though I’m aware of my conscious self
At this point the night has me in a choke hold
Its grip has accumulated
I wonder if I’ll ever be able to escapes its reigns
Soon the stars with leave and wink at me to say goodbye
I now gaze upon a burning morning sky
This sky welcomes me with a bright smile
“Good Morning!” The sky addresses to me
“Good night.” I yawn and reply sleepily