that kind of night

I’m lying awake
Staring at the fan overhead
Trying to fathom
The difference
Between the blades
And my mind
For both seem to be
Spinning
Like a tornado
Unstoppable and unkind

I find myself
Pondering
At the oddest thought
My eyes if open
See perhaps darker
Than if shut tight

There’s thoughts
I’ve put off
In the hopes that they
Disappear
And dreams born in my mind
I have embraced
In the hopes that they
Come alive

I think of the stars
They burn so bright
They must be lonely too
This seems to be
That kind of night

I reconsider popping
A tablet to speed up the process
Because the sheep
I’ve been counting
Have reached
A million and yet
The thought of being awake
Is daunting

I focus on my breath
Inhale and exhale
Is what I’ve been taught
But then I ponder
Am I really breathing
When I’m not aware
Through the day
Performing
As an artist would their art
Breathing comes so naturally
Then why does sleep evade
My tired heart

The roosters aren’t just a myth
I’ve learned recently
The sound of birds chirping
From tree to tree
The sun lights up
The dark blue sky
It’s now morning
And I haven’t had any
Shut-eye

I think of the moon
It too burns bright
It must be lonely too
This seems to be
That kind of night

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