Confessions of an Insomniac

I get ready to get there, make sure its all comfortable

I’m keeping my day back, my mind sound, stable

The pillows are laid, the mattresses settled

Slide in between sheets, watch them disturbed, slowly crumple

Sigh I beneath the whites, hear the whistle of my breath

The familiar sound I desire leave behind

The day has been, has been long, strained some frets

In dreamy places I seek to go, my peace, in silence, I want to find

I turn to the wall, maybe its easier on this side to doze,

I pull the linens closer, envelop my face

The questions they come up, all ready in pose

I stare vacantly at nothing; they glare at me, a maze

The count of sheep, I’m told is one that works

The number draws to multiples of tens, now hundreds,

The dense darkness over me bends, lurks

I await my tired self and sleep to be wed

My mind forced, think nothing but blank

The myriad turns of yesterday, they scream in my head

Hopes of wonder sleep, before blurry eyes it sank

I try sink deep, steal the passing console of my bed

I crawl out a weary me out to stand the floor

I gaze to a watch that says, good morning, 5 AM

I inch my way out, past the bedroom door

My day pillars ahead of me, this is not the way I want to go

I’m dopey eyed, cramped before my laptop

I’m aimlessly typing, direction I lack

The nagging thought of pills, take em pop

Drive away this sleepless insomniac