Story Of The Night

And the story continues,
With monotony, every night,
With no one but myself
I continue to helplessly struggle.

Trying to block the faint static sounds,
Trying to muffle the voices in the Background, softly under the pressure
Of the ears, so I can lie with serenity

Nothing troubling my mind initially,
Just the nothingness tries to drift
My thoughts towards my drawbacks,
Problems that I can never fix or heal

Thankfully, my mind succeeds in
Putting them aside, creating a ledge,
But then it tries to pull me over
And I keep trying not to give up

Finally, I remain standing on the ledge
More than ever ready to jump
Towards my side of mental tranquility,
But then my back seems heavier!

So half-defeated, I lay down picturing
The next morning with more colours
And bright thoughts, unlike the last,
I won't turn up like that I know but

That's unimportant; And the pestering
With faint voices in the background-
Begin to be audible again, a bit louder
And my ears fail to contain their peace

And the idea that I'll lose this
Fight, or battle of the night
Begins to haunt me, I give away,
But I don't want to lose this fight.

Then the settling idea that I may lose
Or maybe I'll miss something if I ever
Closed my eyes; or went to slumber
Keeps me from sleeping, whole night.

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21-02-2016