I sometimes lie awake at night,
swimming in a pool of endless thoughts.
The pool doesn’t have a bottom floor,
and so I’ll swim until I’m washed up on shore.
I try to cry myself to sleep sometimes,
although the nightmares keep me awake.
If only I had a dreamcatcher,
then my nightmares would run away.
Then there’s the boogeyman at the foot of my bed,
waiting to catch me once I close my eyes.
But they’re pried open by unwanted thoughts
that never seem to stay out of my head.