I've gotten tired of staring at the back of my eyelids
In inky darkness,
There still are shadows that flit about and
Draw my mind's attention.
I have many voices in my head
All overlapping and overwhelming each other;
Choruses of a song heard earlier that day
Or a monologue of my own maudlin thoughts
Or  a daydream of my wildest fantasies concocted
Or tomorrow's to-do list.
Loud, and
All at once.
It makes me go half out of  my mind, sometimes.
I find it difficult to sleep.