I am tired
stretched
in wretched
stress
and social agony.

So, I close my eyes,
lie still to see
the night find
its calming darkness.

Till,

the bright lamplights
make me restless,
while I was trying to rest
in the late evening.

Instead, the white knife
lightning strikes
leaves me barely breathing,
halfway up and leaving
as my chest starts heaving
from the stress I have been
perceiving.

There is no sleeping,
only more frustration
as I lay awake
in an elevated state
of social anxiety.