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Pitch Black Room

November 29, 2018
By Anonymous

9:30 p.m.,

the lights gone down,

and darkness engulfs my bedroom.

Tic-Toc

I lay in my bed with my blanket weighing me down,

making my body sink in more.

Tic-Toc

A black dog joins my company,

and my rat’s running is my comfort sound.

Tic-Toc

I close my eyes: suspect myself to fall into a deep slumber,

 but all I can do is notice the sounds that keep me from resting.

Tic-Toc

The sounds seem deafening,

the air conditioning roar throughout the vents,

my dog mumbling barks that is in their dream.

 I wish I could dream

Tic-Toc

The thoughts in my head was the loudest thing I hear.

Tic-Toc

Thoughts in my head started as a normal conversation.

 The casual hellos and ideas of what to wear tomorrow.

Tic-Toc

I didn’t mind,

 it is comforting,

was a reassurance that I was fine.

Tic- Toc 

I open my eyes in a way to close my mind’s talk.

With my eyes open the pitch-black room filled my eyes,

 and with that I closed my eyes.

Tic-Toc

The voice is back,

but it feels different,

 like a stranger.

Tic-Toc

The voice whispered a quick hello with a low,

but calm voice.

I listen in, a mistake.

Tic-Toc

The voice boomed louder and louder,

I try to run from it and the insults I was hearing.

Tic-Toc

The voice was filled with anger,

 and hate all towards me.

Tic-Toc

The words that they speak,

cut deep like a knife in jell,

 but I kept running.

Tic-Toc

I ran with everything I got,

 and ran what felt like a million miles,

 just to find peace.

Tic-Toc

The voice was still there.

Tic-Toc

Then it dawned on me.

I can’t escape my own mind.

Tic-Toc

I stopped running,

but then I opened my eyes to stop the pain.

I see the same scene from before.

Tic-Toc

I was annoyed,

 all I wanted to do was sleep.

All I want to do is scream until I ran out of air in my lungs.

Tic-Toc

I closed my eyes in hope I defeated the monster that lives in my head.

Tic-Toc

I thought I found hush,

but it returned.

Tic-Toc

I opened my eyes again,

but this time hot streak of water rolled down my cheeks.

Tic-Toc

I clutched my phone to realize what time it was,

at first my eyes burn by the light that was giving off.

Tic-Toc

I shot up in disbelief,

three hours has zipped by,

with me not even catching one Z or counting one sheep.

Tic-Toc

I slumped down until,

I was weighed down into my mattress.

Tic-Toc

It felt like my sanity was ripped away from me,

I felt defeated.

Tic-Toc

I closed my eyes.

I wait for the voice to come back and haunt me.

Tic-Toc

The voice didn’t pop up,

it stayed away.

Finally, peace. At last,

I burst with tears because I won after feeling hopeless.

Tic-Toc

I faded away in the silence,

the best sound of the night,

Tic-Toc

I can finally rest from the battle of the world and my mind,

happy was my thought.

The next time I opened my eyes was exciting.

I saw the light of day,

and not my: pitch-black room.


The author's comments:

I find myself doing what my poem to myself, mostly every night.  These long nights brought me down a alot, and school became a struggle, because I found myself constantly falling a sleep during class.  Writing this poem, made it easier to express my struggle. 


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