It's the middle of the night/nearly morning/almost dawn, and you're still lying awake/fighting sleep/staring at the ceiling. Your mind is racing, your body feels restless/jumpy/wired, and every time you think you're drifting off/about to fall asleep/close to slumber, you're jolted back to reality/awake again/out of your doze by a nagging thought or an uncomfortable feeling. You flip and turn/toss and moan/shift in bed, hoping for some relief/sweet dreams/peace. This constant struggle/vicious cycle/endless loop can leave you feeling exhausted/frustrated/depleted and ready to give up/hoping for a miracle/praying for sleep.

Sleepless Nights, Endless Days

The clock ticks, a mocking reminder of the time that drips away. Darknesss stretch and yawn across the room as I stare out into the empty night. The world rests, worst sleeping but my mind churns like a top. My thoughts jumble in a chaotic dance, each one a grating echo of my worry. This tedious cycle drains me, hollowing my willpower. I yearn for rest, but it eludes just as I touch for it.

Trying Sheep That Never Come

The empty sky above was a canvas for drifting stars, yet the sheep never arrived. I analyzed them in my mind's vision, each one a fluffy silhouette against the night backdrop. But they remained lost in the realm of dreams.

• Anxiety began to invade, as I desired for the calming rhythm of their bleating.
• Containment eluded me, trapped in a cycle of counting.

Sleepless Nightmares

Sleep, once a comforting sanctuary, eludes me like a phantom. Each night, the darkness descends, bringing with it not tranquility, but a mounting fear. My mind races wildly, trapped in a relentless cycle of thoughts that spin. I toss and fidget, drained by the very thing that should bring me repair: sleep.

• Glimpses creep by, each one a painful reminder of my frailty.
• The world around sleeps soundly, unaware of my spiritual torment.
• Dawn arrives, bringing with it a heavy sense of defeat and a lingering exhaustion that follows me throughout the day.

The Midnight Struggle

The night's orb hung low in the sky, casting long shapes across the quiet landscape. A bitter wind moaned through the trees, bringing with it the scent of damp earth. It was a moment when trepidation could easily take hold. Few people sought comfort in the darkness, but for others, it was a arena where their fears came to light.

• She battled their own troubles, seeking relief from the darkening world.
• In this hope could be discovered, but it often came at a great price.

Source For Nightmares

Nightmare fuel, it consumes in the deepest crevices of your mind. It's the stuff that generates sleep terrors, manifests as phantoms under your bed, and leaves you shaking in the cold light. Some crave it, some fear it. But once you've felt its bitter touch, you can never truly be free.

• It festers
• In your dreams
• An inescapable truth