head to pillow
heart asleep
my eyes: exhausted
for insomnia has taken my mind
endless sleep on morning's light
yet night never takes me
irritated eyes
I toss and I turn
I beg to fall into slumber
my head does not stop moving
but then it halts
halts into the most obscure position
halts into; "why am I thinking about this"?
insomnia, it is 2015
your existence is as old as time
but instant streaming is new, and I'm not alone with my thoughts
in fact...
I believe my literary repertoire is built off insomnia...
let me sleep now for rested sounds peaceful
2:00am poems never bothered me
and music sounds better when no one is awake
but please, let me sleep
allow me to loll into drowsiness
I am telling you I am tired
2mg of Klonopin...still restless
2 boxes of chocolate...still broken
Insomnia, you are an illness
but please have mercy on my sanity
for I am losing it,
and yearn to merely breathe