Insomnia
A cry in the distance stirs my restless self
Sounds like a baby crying all by its self
Footsteps outside the window someone returning home for the night
My eyes are closed but full of sight
The crying continues but the sounds are low
Night turns to day so, so very slow
The morning sun breaks the silence of dawn
From deep sleep I wake with a yawn
But deep sleep which only now did I get
My only solitude which I now regret
Tired from my trials of life I wake
My listless body fights the urge of the movements I make
Last night again sleep was not my friend
It seems my troubles simply wont end
Another simple task I cannot accomplish
Just to sleep for an hour I wish
So many nights the stars I would count
My thoughts from days gone would mount
Life stealing back what little moments its gives
It takes back more than what it leaves
Another day plunders by
The clouds dance upon their stage in the sky
A cool breeze kisses my face
As I sit on a hill staring into space
And I’m thinking of absolutely nothing
I know I should be thinking of something
I shudder at the thought of the setting sun
Another day ended another night begun
Finally to my bed I head
Another long night which I totally dread
I lie there waiting to sleep
Tonight is all silent not even a peep
Finally my eyes tire and slowly close
At last sleep kisses me on my head it’s me it chose
Deep into sleep I lumber
My body craving this welcome slumber
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A cry in the distance