Insomnia

I lie awake thinking

While staring at my ceiling

About so many things

To name a few: my day

Tomorrow

The paint chip on

The wall

How many days until

The weekend

Did I remember to do something

I wasn’t supposed to

Remember to do?

Will he leave?

I never said

Goodbye to my dog

Darkness

My heartbeat in my head

Sounds like footsteps in the hallway

If someone broke in

Would they hear

My screams?

Would anyone help?

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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