Untitled

The reason for it being known as Untitled mainly cos I have yet to figure out a suitable title. Kak Kas commented that the presence of proper thought flow has yet to exist. It's true in a sense. This poem depicts confusion, frustration and a clumpered up thoughts. I am contemplating if I should just leave it be or ......

Darkness of the night
Quiet still air
Lying on the bed
Trying to sleep
As the business of the day passes
Recalling event of the day
Difficult …. difficult to sleep
Once the eyes shut
Thousand thoughts began to swim by
To haunt me
To torment me
Suffocating
No where to go
No where to run
No where to hide
In the midst of my sanity
I question
Am I doing more harm to myself?
Or to those around me
Alas people don’t change
They never do
History always repeats itself
We never learn
Never will
A habit
A Norm
We grow older
But no wiser
Felt the cold sweat
The dizziness
The anxiety
Can I not bury myself
Not think
Does it matter?
Why?
The pain that I felt
Try as I may
Sleep would not come my way