At 1 Am , seated on my mahogany bed No signs of sleep , yet Deep in thoughts , tired I bet Wishing I could bend my head on the pillow

It's dark , dead silence outside Roaches with their deafening sound All I hear is the riverberating sound of my heartbeat As my intestines toss , turn and snuggle in the stomach to find comfort

I am scared and scarred Anxiety stinging and chewing the piece of bravity left in me Hoards of fear I can't seem to let go Stream of thoughts flooding my central processing unit No breakthrough whatsoever

My back tired for warming my soft 'Dr. Matress' Yet , all I think about is my sleep distress Not insomnia. Unstoppable paranoia My bed sad , feels dejected.

Hoping my frustrations become my fruitation My lack of sleep turns to be my mind of peace The anxiety grows to nothing less of courage My paranoia paves way for a secure mindset.