Darkness

It was yet another similar night
To the one before that, and one before that
She lay awake in her bed
Hoping for her eyes to catch
A glimpse of a few dreams.
For the mind to dance
To the tunes of subconsciousness.
For the empty feelings to stay rested 
And find solace in the garden of utopia
And not fret over the next day's surprises.
But all she could do was lay
Lay still, and awake, in the dark
Waiting for it to consume her.
But the shadows never came
Nor did the fantasy of bliss, 
She had been reading about.
As usual, as always
Even the pills couldn't stop 
Her thoughts from the synchronization
Or fill the void within.
Only the swelling under her eyes increased
While she hoped, she could just get
One proper night's sleep.