Sleepless nights, a wandering pen; clashing of dawn and daylights end. 
Swallowed by thoughts, a weakening mass. Strength is lessened as time is passed. 
Empty expressions with a deserted stare. Feeling plenty, yet with nothing to share. 
Listless days, preceding hollow night. A fulfillment teases my fingertips - no possible grasp in sight. 
The demand, the hunger, to fill this space; a calling, a yearning for that safe embrace. 
A cradle that will forever clutch me tight and remove this restlessness from my night.