Awake At Night

In the darkness of my room, I lie still.
Time dragging its feet, slowly. As my mind twists with unease.
Each blink turns my thoughts into visions. That haunts me.
Every night sleep avoids me in the dark.
Why am I awake at night with dread?
Perhaps I fear that this may be the last time my eyes are being shut
Fear that I might not smile or laugh anymore.
Fear that each breath I take may be my final one.
Perhaps it’s the fear of the unknown.
Perhaps I wish to fall into an everlasting slumber.
One where I may never rise again.