Mistakes? Poem by Rita Shay

Late at night, as the sky grows dark
And the world begins to settle itself,
I have found that thoughts are the only thing left for company.
Sitting up in bed in the dead deafening moments of night
Are when I dare not shut my eyes.
The engulfing darkness or the creak of the door
Are not at all what haunt at the hours of the night.
What keeps my eyes opened wide are the questions that always come.
They spin round and round my head,
And although they can't hear the sound,
I hear it louder, louder now.
During the daylight hours I can play it cool
And tell thoughts to go away
When we have nothing else to do,
No busy lives to stretch us and scrub us raw.
All we have left are thoughts we have pushed happily away.
But now there is nothing left, but thoughts.
And