Insomnia

Sleep invades the restless mind

As nimbly as a whisper

The shadow of its presence creeps,

Its weight so like a dream

Feel the heavy strings pull downward

Sliding down the chair I try

Fighting back against a silence

I can never seem to crush.

Each hour passing by in hazes

While fog within my mind consumes

Crawls within my veins and teases

A promise of hours’ rest.

So I rise to take my leave

Of mortal coils and concrete life

To slip into a stream

Yet find myself awakened

And sleep has flown again.