Losing Sleep

I’ve been losing sleep again—

not because I can’t close my eyes,

but because my mind

won’t close with them.

Every thought

shows up louder at night.

Every memory

suddenly needs to be replayed

like it’s trying

to prove something.

The room stays still,

but my head doesn’t.

It circles the same questions,

the same regrets,

the same unfinished conversations

that should’ve died

hours ago.

I tell myself

to let it go.

As if the mind

listens

just because you’re tired.

But exhaustion

doesn’t stop thinking.

Sometimes

it makes it worse.

So I lie there

watching shadows shift,

counting hours

instead of sheep,

feeling the weight

of everything I avoided

during the day.

And somewhere

between midnight

and morning,

I realize—

I’m not really

losing sleep.

I’m losing peace

one restless night

at a time.