The night is tiresome
to the sleepless ones
with thoughts racing
without a finish line

Insomnia can be fearsome
carrying loaded guns
that leaves the mind pacing
wasting precious time

The dreamless can't succumb
to the whispers of the Ones
that send the tired bracing
for the bright sun's shine

An Insomniac, I've become
the nights feeling like reruns
while my pillow I am embracing
until my alarm-clock's chime