Un-Sleeper
Thoughts on insomnia
Speechless insomniac,
seeking dreams
as flames reaching for oxygen,
and as quiet in the night
like still waters on a lake or
branches without wind.
Putting up fights against sleep,
oh insomnia, you pant for
chatter in the mind, a steady
constant. No ease or comfort,
no magical sand to give mercy
to such heavy lids which call for
closure; this mind races, there’s
no break for tired eyes. Life's
inanimate, the rush hour: snail pace.
Downtown: down time; all sleep
and rest the dark away. Un-sleeper,
fade! Drift slowly, meander no
more for the morning dawns.
Sunrise my sunshine, new day
arise, but you still come up
insomnia; it went far, won much, its
reasons unkind. Wind down quarrels,
sleeper. Tuck in and fall to sleep.
Be tried no more. Rest now, stubborn
thought. Be done, you kind soul.