Insomnia

Six am Sunday morning,

another sleepless night.

I sit outside in the cool, still air,

to greet the morning light.

I haven't been our dancing,

in fact, I've been in bed.

But sleep decided not to soothe,

the swirling in my head.

I've lost the battle once again,

surrendered to the day.

In a moment I'll go in,

to face what comes my way.

I feel vaguely drained, but wide awake.

My morning will be fine.

I'll struggle through the afternoon,

and go to bed at nine.

And nine will come, with heavy eyes,

I'll stumble into bed.

But then my brain will come alive,

just as I rest my head.

I'll tell myself a thousand times,

"You need to go to sleep",

But my mind will conjure random rhymes,

instead of counting sheep.

I'll pour over details of my day,

and days that came before.

I'll obsess about my future,

for an hour, two, three, four...

I'll maybe even doze a bit.

I'll toss, I'll turn and then,

I'll be out here on the balcony,

to greet the sun again.