Insomnia

Lying in bed unable to get sleep, the sweet release.
Every little light grows brighter as my eyes grow heavier.
The once almost silent night shouts at me from the dark.
Thoughts running wild, set loose in my semi-conscience state.

My pillow is no longer the cool lubricant for sleep.
Its overly warm state plaguing my over active mind.
I open my eyes in a moment of weakness.
My room is awash with lights.
Forcing my tired body I battle the sources of the fake day.

Finding myself at my sink I pour a cool glass of water.
Chilled air creeps over my body as I collapse back into bed.
I rest my head and my eyelids draw together.
Finally the stillness I have searched for has come.

By Pete Scopes