Wandering Insomniac - 23/06/22 Rewrite Poem by Banksoya Sauce

Waiting for the night to come
With anxiously shaking hands,
Will my eyes feel the bliss of dark tonight?
Or will it simply be the pain of mindfulness?

As they often ache with the passing of time,
Moving with fear within the crowds:
Seeing those who have so much to say,
those whose words I cannot comprehend.

The presence of those others
Brings the exhausted mind to peace.
But is it them who haunt my mind?
Who exhausts my body at night?