Late Nights

I have too many of these.

Long nights become less and less bearable

The cold creeping up as you lay there swimming in an ocean of thoughts

Pages in your minds notebook become tearable

As you replace old thoughts with new ones

Everyone likes to think that everything will be okay

Though everyone knows it never would

Like when young kids ask strangers to play

Even though they never should

When your mind is racing at a thousand miles an hour

No matter how are you close your eyes

You feel its unrelenting power

As you hope the thought that started this dies

Author's Note

Glad I'm back.