It’s two in the morning
I cannot sleep
My mind is wild
My heart is raging
It’s eight in the morning
I wake disappointed
It is really real
It isn’t a dream
It’s four in the afternoon
I am full of questions
My mind is racing
My heart is desperate
It’s ten in the evening
I dread the night
It’s so lonely right now
It’s never-ending right now
I Spy with My Idiosyncratic Eye 
I'd love to know what you think, concrit is especially welcomed on fiction pieces. Thank you.