Insomnia

Insomnia

In the heat of a summer night

Sleeping naked upon cotton sheets

Or in the freeze of a winter’s night

Covered in as many blankets as possible

Sleep evades a true insomniac

It doesn’t matter whether a full moon

Traveling through a billion stars

Or a new moon with no light to cast down

So, we lay upon the bed

Not sleeping but not fully awake

So many ideas enter and leave our minds

As well as thought about being a better person

Eventually the time comes to curse the night

And pray for morning to come

Just so we can leave our self-imposed cell

And still know that another night is coming

But maybe if we pray, we will find sleep

Even if just for a few hours