Some nights, want of sleep
weighs heavy on my eyelids.
My mind refuses to submit
to long desired slumber.
I review my past mistakes
in a haunting nocturnal
ceaseless replay.                                            
Some nights, until the
darkness breaks to dawn,
I stare upon the shadowed
shrine of personal angst.
The hours vanish along
with my sane thoughts:
the neural connections
slip and slide awry.                                                      
At last, while rearranging
the wiring of my mind,
a switch is thrown
releasing me from
anxiety’s depths,  
permitting sleep to clear
my weary conscience.

TOBIAS