Pillowtop Reflections
Laying down to sleep, mind too active,
wondering, pondering, thinking over
things that may or may not come to be.
Why do I worry so? Why does my mind
travel through dark paths of uncertainty.
Darkness reflects my mind's bleak visage,
projecting fears against the still night air,
each worry a star in the planetarium of my soul,
dazzling, fighting so hard against the darkness.
I fall asleep, but I get no rest.
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