As the night approaches and the sun sets down.
My head falls heavy in my pillow.
Swallowing me whole with it’s never ending cycle of pain, tears and sorrow.

Slowly sinking into the darkness of this torment, slowly closing my eyes.
“Why don’t I feel rested?”
My head starts to pound against the pillow for what’s supposed to feel soft now feels hard as a stone.

Moving around, twisting, adjusting myself searching for a place to settle,
abruptly the comfort slips further away.

For a fleeting moment it felt like a sweet embrace quickly turning into a frozen winter, cold, dark, a solitude without end.