sleep is no escape
to my swelling mind
as dawn creeps in slowly
while rest leaves me behind
I can no longer find the comfort
other may find inside their dreams
instead my gaze is left to quietly shift
among the shape shifting ceiling beams
I'm not sure if lonely is the right word used
to describe the nights I do spend silently awake
but there is something missing from inside myself
a vast emptiness that with sleep I could hope to slake
otherwise their is no hope for this poor insomniac
who daydreams in the night of the possibilities
that will allow me to fall into deep slumber
and spare me from their shallow pities
I will close my eyes before the sun
peeks over the wall above view
and sleep becomes escape
into dreams of you