the incessant weight of staying awake

Waking up at the middle of the night, to be confronted by all your fear, indignation and negative thoughts. You know nothing lasts forever, not even this darkness. But for those moments, the pall feels like an impenetrable, interminable and inevitable destiny. All you can do is to accept it and grow tired under the unbearable burden of being, and hope sleep will come to ferry you to another morning.