Pitch Black

Photgraphy by Emily Kennedy

My eyes are dry
I long for sleep
There is no way
I’m counting sheep

I’ve tried before
To no avail
It’s worse than chasing
My own tail

I don’t feel safe
It’s black as pitch
Inside this room
Some sort of glitch

Is on outside
There is no more
Not any light
Outside my door

And as I lie
Inside this bed
These thoughts all whirl
Throughout my head