Writing Example

The sleepless nights go the same as they always do; Tossing, turning, trying to not fall victim to the endless nightmares that will follow the ever approaching darkness. This insomnia of goals and lifelong dreams, long forgotten, long lost, coming back to haunt, to stalk in the darkness where it feels safest while all that the victim can do is to watch while an exit is just out of reach. Staring to the ceiling, staring at the bland tan walls, the messy floor, or the ticking clock; anything that can distract the mind from this never ending loop. The questions that bring tears to eyes and that test reality from thought, never to be escaped on foot.

‘Was it my fault?’ Or ‘I could have done something!’ spiraling in and out, lacing through the bad thoughts making them worse, and making the good ones sour; like the way they died, the way they left, the way we fell and how it could have been prevented. We failed. It was not only pieces of mind that fell and burned into ashes that day; rather, dreams were lost. Family, love, and hope. All gone in the sweaty palms of those who were meant to protect it. Sleep holds no answers to why; it only brings suffering in the end. The nights drag on, and it seems as though nothing can break this curse upon those who have yet to succumb.