posted on May, 18 2012 @ 03:15 AM
Late night after night
I pretend I'm alright.
The moon is my friend
I haven't gone round the bend.
Everybody else is sleeping
At least I'm not weeping.
Insomnia, from you relief I'm needing
Oh well, extra time for some reading.
When you never get enough rest
Every day is a test..
Days half-asleep, nights half awake
With one hand you give with the other you take.
The mind does not stop
The eyelids don't drop.
This isn't much of a poem
But today its what I call home.
As I turn out the light again
Will I just lie awake in pain?
Will this insomniac finally find rest?
Or will she just fail this test?