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.
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 9:40 PM UTC
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.
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