Restless Solitude

In the quiet hush of the midnight's breath,

Insomnia creeps in, denying me rest.

It steals the moments I long to keep,

A thief in the night while others sleep.

In bedtime's absence, my family waits,

For the rich soul lost to restless shapes.

It steals my laughter, dims my light,

Leaving me worn from the endless fight.

Anxiety's whispers, worry's cruel sting,

They dance in my mind, a relentless ring.

Robbing intimacy, the moments divine,

As sleepless nights steal what's rightfully mine.

It stains the joy, dims the blaze,

As I travel through its tangled maze.

My restless mind, a prisoner's plea,

Seeking comfort in the night's decree.

Yet, in this struggle, I still desire,

To quiet the chaos, to put out the fire.

For within the darkness that grabs my soul,

I desire peace, to feel whole again.

So, I'll persist through the night's long haul,

To tame the worries, to heed its call.

Despite insomnia's unpleasant stay,

I'll seek the sunrise of a brighter day.

Insomnia, a phantom, cruel and sly,

Stealing sweet moments as the NEXT day is close by...