Wakefulness

The fan thrums louder than sleep,

spinning like my thoughts—

dizzy, relentless.

3:07 am burns on the clock,

a stubborn glow in the dark,

a thief stealing quiet moments.

Outside, a dog barks,

lights flash through curtains,

the world doesn’t rest,

and neither do I.

Counting seconds,

counting breaths,

waiting for the night

to forget me.