In the quiet hours when the world sleeps,
My thoughts wander, and silence weeps.
Shadows dance on walls, whispering secrets,
While my mind races through forgotten regrets.

The ticking clock, a relentless foe,
As minutes drag on, refusing to flow.
Rest eludes me, a distant dream,
Lost in the echoes of a silent scream.

Stars outside, they twinkle and fade,
Guiding the worries my mind has made.
Each breath I take, a heavy sigh,
As insomnia’s grip refuses to die.

Yet in this darkness, a sliver of light,
A promise that dawn will end the night.
Until then, I float in this endless sea,
Hoping for sleep to set me free.