It's 8 PM.
I feel so tired.
I lost another precious day
From the treasure of my life.
My loss.

It's 9 PM.
I'll start fresh tomorrow
Leafing through the pages of the book
I'll land on a new chapter.

It's 10PM.
I lay on my warm bed
As loose threads from my blanket
Tickle my nose.
I'll sleep early today.

It's 11PM.
"What are you doing with your life?"
The boat of my thoughts
Sink in my soul.
I drawn in darkness
Stating at nothing.

It's 12AM.
"What is sleep?" My eyes betray me.
A sigh escapes my chapped lips
As I stare at the streetlight
Fighting the darkness...

-Eena

(To be continued...)