Insomnia

Insomnia

The clock ticks slow, the night stands still,

My restless mind denies its will.

Thoughts like whispers, soft but loud,

A drifting mist, a restless cloud.

The stars keep watch, the moon looks down,

While I, awake, in dreams may drown.

Pillow tossed, and blankets strewn,

Awaiting sleep that won’t come soon.

Eyes wide open, the silence deep,

A longing grows for peaceful sleep.

Yet in this quiet, I find the spark,

A light of calm within the dark.

The world feels distant, yet so near,

A fleeting blend of hope and fear.

Each shadow dances on the wall,

A silent partner to it all.

I count the hours, the minutes creep,

The night a secret it won’t keep.

Stillness hums, a ghostly tune,

An endless waltz beneath the moon.

But as the dawn begins to break,

My heavy lids no longer ache.

Sleep arrives on morning’s sigh,

Just as sunlight fills the sky.