Confusion

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The whoosh of the ceiling fan,
Waves of curtains flying
Too many lights,
And a muddled head.

Indoors, a silence watches me,
From behind the bookshelf,
It gazes at my frantic thoughts,
Witnesses my resolute to hold on to hope.

On my bed, an apparition sleeps beside me,
Listening to the screams in my dreams,
The lack of motivation, the desperate need for it,
Echoes of disjointed anxiety put me to sleep.