Insomnia

Insomnia

Insomnia, like a blanket, wraps itself around me.

Not even the silence of the night can free me.

I grasp and reach for sleep,

But in my mind, the stillness I cannot keep.

I walk the halls alone in the night,

My body exhausted, too tired to fight.

Yet release is nowhere to be found—

My body vibrates with every thought, motion, and sound.

My brain is wired; thoughts rush through my head.

There is no calm within the storm, no safety in my bed.

Solitary, alone, singular, by myself,

I wish I could put my thoughts up on the shelf.

So many tasks I need to do,

Screaming in my head, through and through.

Insomnia is relentless and never-ending;

I feel as though my life blood I’m spending.

It flows through my fingers with complete disregard.

The constant struggle makes life so hard.

So on and on I wander through the night—

Sleep, my body continuously fights.

Eventually, exhaustion will win out,

But until that time, I just want to shout.

I want to scream. I want to yell. I want to make it all go away.

But tomorrow is another day.

Maybe rest will come.

Maybe that day will be the one

Where peace is found—

Where peace and quiet are the only sounds.

Until that day, I will wander on, shifting through the night.

Until that day, I will continue to fight.

Insomnia—I wear it like a shroud.

Who knew silence could be so loud?