Screaming at Shadows

I wrote this during a bad period in my life

Darkness comes like a wet blanket
suffocating and heavy
moonlight glows on the wall
its silver light a ghostly visage

I cant sleep
I cant sleep
my stomach churns
yet i feel no hunger

Events of the day play out
like a silent movie
broken at intervals
by a new scene

I cant sleep
I cant sleep
I perspire
yet i feel no warmth

The black dog barks
its echo resonating in the gallery
I drift around the room
yet I cant see

I cant sleep
I cant sleep
I toss and turn
and feel no comfort

Hands of the clock teasing
mocking my plight
pointing accusing hands
the watchfull judge

I cant sleep
I cant sleep
only the shadows
can hear me screaming.