I have never been able to sleep. Everything toys with me as my mind wonder into the deep The clock on the wall Criticizing my need for momentary peace. When will I ever be released? Imagination very active and all is alive. In my waking moments, I am groggy I strive only for the feel and desire to survive. Before, I close my eyes with the sister of death. Possibilities of the unknown is where it all thrives My thoughts depart from time to time. Countdown of spiraling minutes I'm losing my will to eat and the need to rest. Shifting away from friends & from all that is left