they run around in your head

like cockroaches in your bedroom walls

unseen but they linger

like an itch underneath your skin

when you close your eyes to sleep

they’re like the tiny lights dancing in your eyes

unwanted. uninvited. but just the same they stay

you brush those thoughts away

you try but fail

like a hair out of place

a crooked line. a blank page. 

taunting you

like victory that’s always out of reach

like running in your dream but you haven’t really moved


like the smell of nicotine on your hands

you try to ignore it

forget about it

beg for sleep to take you

but like a faceless whisper, it’s there

it’s always there.

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