Sleepless Poem by Sophia Conway

I am well acquainted with the lonely hours
and the shadows that occupy the world at night,
especially those in the darkest corners of my house
that makes me question the light.

I know the silence of night well,
the stillness that hangs between the sheets,
only allowing the tip tap of rain through
and my heartbeat loud within my chest.

I know the shattering of nightly rest,
the craters underneath my eyes
and yawns which are my body's cry
for a world of dreamless sleep
yet unreached.

I know the streets outside my window,
transformed into much unknown,
the shade of every dim streetlight below
and how they stretch and grow.

I know of tiny lights around
not normally found
when day breaks across the skies
And my inner/ outer worlds collide.