wait for sleep

the stars on the ceiling have lost their shape,
as i've been staring at them for long
restricted to my position for the lack of space
ears tuned in to my brother's snores,
to the stupid dog constantly barking;
at some innocent person forced to walk out into the night,
to the clock's ticking that seems to grow louder,
if only a stone were to appear that i could throw at it
blowing it off and setting its pieces flying, destroying time
and with a victorious smirk, i turn back to the stars.
the weight of the quilt heaving on me
and mosquitos hungry for blood hovering around
knowing their prey is near but deceived by darkness
wish i could take off in a run, jumping off the stairs
my feet hard on the asphalt, stones crackling with every step
giving the stupid dog a devilish laugh and before
he realizes it to be a challenge, leaving him behind
running at such a pace were the only audible sound
is my own heavy breathing with just flashes visible of
the road wet with mist, the flickering yellow light
heart pounding so hard that every nerve is felt
clambering on to a bus that would take me far
far far away from everything,
one last look at the street were i once belonged
and as the bus rattles on, its all a blurb
everything dissolving into darkness
the stars appear again, just a blurb
as finally sleep takes over