Insomnia

The walls stare at me and wonder if I'll ever fall asleep.
The window looks outside, ignoring its inside environment.
The ceiling feels heavy on my head,
It is congesting my soul.
The closet, oblivious to my delusions, exists only to cause more delusions.
Blankets strangling my freedom,
Pillows pushing me forward, toward, onward.
I turn on my side and the world inside follows.
Who is watching my back?
It's facing the window for the whole world to see.
I can't see the corners of the room...they don't exist.
That's the space where solitude leaves.
Nothing enters and a void is created.
It swarms around my ignorance and rests upon my fears.
I hear the waves in my mind wash against the evil,
Slowly corroding them for the night.
Eyelids slam down against each other and the clock starts working,
Winding me down.
Imagination starts anew tomorrow.