Awake Among Sleepers Who Dream
I don't mind the dark so much.
It's the hour, the time when dark comes around
that haunts me.
It's the eerie silence of unconsciousness,
and the quiet muffled sounds of white noise.
I am awake among sleepers who dream
blissfully and peacefully,
who will wake in the early hours of the morning
rested and ready to face the challenges of a new day.
But not me.
Though my eyes burn with exhaustion,
I cannot close them to sleep.
For when my eyes shut,
it is just me; there are no distractions
to fill that gaping hole of emptiness
in the pit of my stomach.
At this time, I feel more alone than ever.
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