Sleepless Nights

I lie in bed
Stare at the emptiness
Before me
One hand rested on my cheek
Hot from stress
The other just below my throat
Feeling my heart race
One, two, one, two, one …
A lonely black vortex
Among a ceiling of
Plastic sticky stars
From a childhood
Not my own …
I tried to take them down once
But got tired
Of
Swallowing ceiling dust
And after three days
Of
Eating ceiling popcorn
From a one by one square
Gave up and let the rest
To glow
Childishly
Naïve
A coincidence that I put
My bed right here
So every night I lie awake
Hoping for peace
All I see
Is darkness