Insomnia ,

I sit on the bed ,

Hoping, praying, wishing for time to stay,

My eyes are sore from watching the clock chime away ,

Just one hour, God let me have a lay,

My head Hurts, for the tick tock is like a relay ,

I switch on the heater hoping all becomes better,

I hum a lullaby hoping the sleep will come later,

I stare at the stars,

Thinking, perhaps maybe am from Mars,

I see my reflection, definitely not perfection,

Is it the bags, the shadows, the wrinkles that make me look hallow?

I look at my pillow and pray that tomorrow will bring about better sorrow,

I lay still, shutting my eyes with all of my might ,

Just for the night, maybe I can fight,

To sleep a dreamless slumber,

I ponder and wonder,

Oh insomnia, why you want me to become a maniac

These are the thoughts, that lead me to a deep surrender.