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 whirs, a mocking reminder of the time that melts away. Shadows stretch and yawn across the room as I glint out into the vacant night. The world slumbers, but my mind churns like a hamster. My thoughts tangled in a chaotic frenzy, each one a grating echo of my fear. This ageless cycle drains me, hollowing my energy. I crave for rest, but it evades just here as I touch for it.

Trying Sheep That Never Come

The empty sky above was a canvas for wandering stars, yet the sheep never appeared. I catalogued them in my mind's gaze, each one a fluffy shadow against the velvet backdrop. But they remained lost in the realm of fantasy.

• Disappointment began to creep, as I desired for the calming rhythm of their bleating.
• Containment eluded me, trapped in a cycle of speculating.

Sleepless Nightmares

Sleep, once a comforting sanctuary, now flees me like a phantom. Each night, the darkness descends, bringing with it not peace, but a mounting unease. My mind races frantically, caught in a relentless cycle of thoughts that jumble. I toss and struggle, depleted by the very thing that should bring me repair: sleep.

• Glimpses creep by, each one a painful reminder of my helplessness.
• The world around sleeps soundly, unaware of my mental torment.
• Light arrives, bringing with it a heavy sense of defeat and a prolonged exhaustion that afflicts me throughout the day.

A Battle Through Darkness

The moon hung low in the sky, casting long streaks across the silent landscape. A chilling wind whispered through the trees, bringing with it the scent of autumn leaves. It was a moment when anxiety could easily grip your heart. Few people found solace in the darkness, but for others, it was a testing ground where their struggles came to life.

• She faced his personal troubles, seeking an escape from the night's grip.
• Within this hope could be cultivated, but it often came at a heavy toll.

Source From Dread

Nightmare fuel, it scorches in the deepest corners of your mind. It's the stuff that makes sleep terrors, blooms as phantoms under your bed, and leaves you sweating in the cold morning. Some desire it, some dread it. But once you've felt its scorching touch, you can never truly be free.

• It festers
• In your dreams
• An inescapable truth