Part of the reason I struggle to sleep
Is because its the only real time
Where everything
All goes
Quiet

And the darkness around me
Curves into my furrowed brows
And wipes gently down the crook of my
Upper lip
And says
At long last
All else is quiet.

And once the clock
Shines and reminds me
That it is indeed
Getting late
An anxiety takes over me
Like there is no real rest to be had now
And all else
Has gone quiet
So I face the clock like a mirror
While the rest of the world
Sleeps.