It's the middle of the night/nearly morning/almost dawn, and you're still lying awake/fighting sleep/staring at the ceiling. Your mind is racing, your body feels restless/jumpy/wired, and every time you think you're drifting off/about to fall asleep/close to slumber, you're jolted back to reality/awake again/out of your doze by a nagging thought or an uncomfortable feeling. You flip and turn/toss and moan/shift in bed, hoping for some relief/sweet dreams/peace. This constant struggle/vicious cycle/endless loop can leave you feeling exhausted/frustrated/depleted and ready to give up/hoping for a miracle/praying for sleep.

Sleepless Nights, Endless Days

The clock whirs, a mocking reminder of the time that flees away. Darknesss stretch and yawn across the room as I gaze out into the still night. The world slumbers, but my mind races like a hamster. My thoughts collide in a chaotic frenzy, each one a grating echo of my anxiety. This ageless cycle leaves me, sapping my strength. I crave for sleep, but it fades just as I touch for it.

Trying Sheep That Never Come

The dark sky above was a canvas for wandering stars, yet the sheep never came. I catalogued them in my mind's gaze, each one a fluffy form against the indigo backdrop. But they remained unseen in the realm of dreams.

• Anxiety began to invade, as I yearned for the calming rhythm of their bleating.
• Containment eluded me, trapped in a cycle of counting.

The Insomniac's Burden

Sleep, once a comforting sanctuary, evades me like a phantom. Each night, the darkness descends, bringing with it not rest, but a mounting anxiety. My mind races frantically, held captive in a relentless cycle of thoughts that jumble. I toss and fidget, exhausted by the very thing that should bring me comfort: sleep.

• Hours creep by, each one a painful reminder of my frailty.
• The world beyond sleeps soundly, unaware of my mental torment.
• Light arrives, bringing with it a heavy sense of defeat and a prolonged exhaustion that afflicts me throughout the day.

A Battle Through Darkness

The celestial beacon hung low in the sky, casting long streaks across the still landscape. A piercing wind howled through the trees, carrying with it the scent of damp earth. It was a time when fear could easily consume your mind. Few people sought comfort in the darkness, but for others, it was a testing ground where their inner demons came to light.

• He battled their personal troubles, seeking relief from the darkening world.
• Within this journey, strength could be cultivated, but it often came at a great cost.

Energy From Nightmares

Nightmare fuel, it consumes in the deepest haunts of your mind. It's the stuff that breeds sleep paralysis, explodes as phantoms under your bed, and leaves you sweating in the cold dawn. Some crave it, some abhor it. But once you've experienced its icy touch, you can never more info truly be untouched.

• It lingers
• Beneath your eyelids
• A haunting echo