Insomnia returns
Like an old friend.

Well, maybe not a friend.
But that annoying person
You are never fully capable
Of shaking away.

What is one to do?
But wait for morning to come along
And take your mind off of everything.

In a few days,
What should be a clean slate will begin.
But it’s not. Not really.

It’s just a reminder
That time is wasting away.
That there is never quite enough.

At this hour most everyone sleeps
Or partakes in an event
Far more pressing than my sanity.

So what is there to do but sit?
Alone with my thoughts, my regrets,
Worst of all my fears.

Nothing you can do is good enough
Though people might say it is.
But deep in your heart you know
There is always something missing

If there wasn’t,
Would we be human?
Are we even capable of reaching happiness?
Or are we stuck in a loop of ongoing disdain?

Forever miserable.
Forever awake.
With your heart racing your mind
Trying to determine who can work faster.

Neither ever seems to win.
They just continue to fight
Over and over
Resulting in a constant tie.

Maybe one day all will be clear.
But for now it remains mud.