Insomniac Interlude

Awake again,

with a head full of pain

Tangled thoughts,

and clutter in my brain.

Jaw clenched tight,

while a screen, brilliant white

blinds my tensed eyes,

with electronic glowing light.

Sleep will not come

to a mind that’s undone

knotted behind tensed temples,

and pulse beating like a drum.

Blood pressure too high,

but please try not to cry,

That will only make it worse.

Content yourself with a mournful sigh.

My body fails too often,

but not ready for the coffin.

My mind breaks like twigs underfoot.

The usual steely strength softens.

Change will come, because it must.

In the universe I have to trust.

Though another insomniac interlude

leaves me broken in the dust.

©️ Jupiter Grant 2021