My mind runs a million marathons at night, staying on high alert despite turning off the light.
Overdosing on never-ending thought loops caused by my anxiety, A feeling of entrapment which never flees as it’s right inside of me
Overthinking meaningless conversations with people I’ll never meet again, How did I come across? I hope I wasn’t too intense or fierce, as I am now & then.
A roundabout of worry accompanied by intrusive thoughts, Characterised by poor concentration leading me to feel distraught.
Finally I fall into my awaited slumber, relieved to say the least, Until tomorrow I will see whether my sleep hath been deceased.