It’s past midnight
And sleep remains elusive.
Time keeps ticking, ticking!
You break into a sweat.
What about tomorrow,
And the day after that?
You’ve tried before
To set yourself free,
But you’re tormented
By what you cannot see.
Confusion turns the tides
Of your faltering heart.
Words betray your emotion
In what it has become.
It’s hard to interpret
These immobilising feelings
That are not supposed to be.
Still time keeps ticking, ticking!
The voices inside your head
Grow quarrelsome tonight.
Some say go, others
Tell you not to move,
Each shouting louder
Until you can’t think.
But you alone know:
Something has to end!
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