everyday thoughts

one

(this poem doesn't have a name)

The only thing that kept me from drifting were the heavy, booming voices. There was a constant interruption. I only wished it could slow everything. But yet again, I wouldn't drift. The voices finally faded with agreement. There was hardly any time left for the voices to continue. And now, I was finally drifting. It was tiring, gladly. Minutes passed, and soon enough, the empty room echoed with screaming color. It didn't have anymore time to be empty, and now the walls weren't naked. It was too much to handle. Too many scenarios, too many wishes, too much procrastination. Every voice seemed to be against me, they kept me awake. I only wish I could fall into a deep sleep, forever.