Scarred Sleep Read Count : 10

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As night awakens the moon and sedates the sun for a while, my eyes do not close - for right now sleep is my enemy. I don't hate it. In fact, I would love to close my eyes right now. But I can't-it is as though sleep is non-existent but scars me with the motionless shipwreck of the mind where nothing makes sense. You're there and you're not and you just can't get past it. Known as fatigue, it is what keeps me miserable. I wish I could see a way past this. Is it a phase? Or is it just my conscience clasping onto every brain cell at a constant rate, aggressively and vigorously scarring my mind and leaving its mark under my eyelids? At this point, I might as well get a mallet to my head! Life is a weird thing, but when your brain can't rest for a while it is nothing but boring. Watching paint dry along the wall of your mind's eye while you count how many cute little cartoon sheep jumped over the fence. Ludricous! I mean, sleep hates me at the moment and is endowing me with fatigue as some sort of punishment. It's scarred. My mind and thoughts have scarred my sleep. I tell you, nothing can be as punishing as this...scarred sleep!

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  • Nylah M

    Nylah M

    fvvc

    Jan 08, 2019

  • Jan 08, 2019

  • Jan 08, 2019

  • I can so totally relate. Insomnia can be a bitch.

    Jan 09, 2019

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