People of the Night

 Laying in the dark.

Thoughts racing down

the hallways of my mind.

 

Looking for sleep

to end this day.

attempting to escape the noise.

 

The darkness before my eyes,

gives me pause.

Realizing I am not alone.

 

But one of the many,

People of the night.

Reviews

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We sleep to end the day...and to greet the upcoming...never know how may repetitions this boomerang made...

This kinda feels like person suffering from indulgent insomnia writes...quite my favourite hobby..

Thanks for sharing😊!!

[Willard Wells]

Thank you for stopping by and yes the dark mind of the insomniac is at work here.

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You're heartedly welcomed Sir😊!

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Nice poem!
"Thoughts racing down
the hallways of my mind." Great line!

Sleep is a truly beautiful thing, but like everything else, we never know what we got till we loose it. Tyfs!

[Willard Wells]

Just a little adventure on the backside of day. Thanks for the visit and comments. Appreciated.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

You're most welcome!

[Tony Jordan]

Finding sleep is like finding hen's teeth if it doesn't want to be found but it finds us instead.
Drowning out the head-static with music helps me Will.
You painted a very good image of the toss and turn and frustration of such a search. It's a horrible feeling which makes us unwell.

[Willard Wells]

I use music and other ways, but it is not always successful. Headaches are often involved. That's another poem. Appreciate the time in reading my work.

[Valentine]

Many nights I wish I could hear noise instead of just the silence of being alone. Valentine

[Willard Wells]

The noise is the voices or information overload that overtakes the mind, stealing sleep. The silence of loneliness can stir the noise. Thanks for stopping by.

[lua]

night can seem so lonely and isolating, especially when sleep does not come easily, but whether it's one's own thoughts or the single light seen in another house, one is not alone as they may feel

[Willard Wells]

I never feel alone. The demons of my mind always stay close to keep me company. Thanks for stopping by.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This has the feel of desperately seeking that tranquil place called sleep. Indeed it is some small comfort to know we are not alone in our struggles Wilard.

[Willard Wells]

I think I am past the struggle even while having it. It is just part of my wild functioning brain and no, I am not alone.