intrusive thoughts of an insomniac hayley vandermaarl

The witching hour comes Creeping in the darkness When everything is still. I lay here in silence, Straining for blissful sleep While intrusive thoughts go Haunting.

The ghosts pervade my mind, Speak softly in my ears: Tick tock, time is slipping Yet you are standing still. My lips remain shut, but Inside my skull I am Screaming.

Torment upon torment, Every wicked thought Scares me out of slumber. Thrashing through the night, Sheets laying askew, I hear their voices still Cursing.

The graveyard of my thoughts Awakens when I sleep. The dead ascend again To tear apart my mind. But I am still here. I wait for light of dawn, Praying. x

Intrusive Thoughts of an Insomniac

ART by CELINE JEONG WORDS by HAYLEY VANDERMAARL