A massacred mind on a morose night.
Never short of a few snapshots
Or indeed some sounds shoehorned in there somewhere.
Polluted by the bombardment of a long day.
Insisting on persisting even when asked to desist,
Who could ever control their thoughts though?
Eyes earnestly closed.
An insane attempt to look into his own brain.
Entrapped in the black depths of insomnia
Let me go please
I need to sleep
The little fawn fidgeted until dawn.
Who needs sleep anyway?