Sleepless Nights Poem by Riley Choma

On sleepless nights I find myself wishing for something to take me away.
Sleepless nights are filled with thoughts of discontent often leaving me to question every piece of me; as much as I want to shut down my brain, I can't lay my head to rest.
Sleepless nights bring me misinterpretation of words and panic triggering illusions.
Faceless shapes lark in the dark; they leave me to wonder if what I see is merely a side effect of unrest or the things that haunt me.
Sleepless nights in which I work through unchangeable steps I have taken both elate me to grow, but also dwindle down my self encouragement come morning.
Sleepless nights of mentally hiding from tomorrow and running from yesterdays' actions that loom.
Sleepless nights; take me away…