Inner Core

I wrote this at 2 am, actually. When I couldn't sleep.

It’s two a.m. and for some reason

I cannot sleep again.

I think my mind

is silently haunting me.

I think that’s why

I can’t seem to beat my conscience; why would

I want to

in the first place?

I guess my head just gets confused;

I guess it’s just hard to think in everything around me,

inside this

inner sanctum of mine.