Insomnia

poema de Flor

In the darkness of the night
my thoughts find their way out.

They don’t knock.
They rush in.

Every time they bring a fright,
one I recognize,
one I never doubt.

I cannot be free.

If I don’t fall asleep quick,
my mind turns against me.
Every sound becomes a signal,
every breath a warning.

That’s all it takes.

Sleep is gone.

Every small thing I did
comes back...
louder, sharper,
over and over.

I am not here anymore,
I'm trapped in my head.

Someone, please set me free...