Nights are easy,
for they come with
a sense of tranquility.
The fears melt into darkness
because I learnt to embrace the dark
long before the shadows started appearing.
But, the days are tough,
for they are a constant reminder
that the dreams are not a part of my reality.
The cushions I used to help me sleep
are just accomplices to the inner demons
who prepare to haunt, after a peaceful sleep.