Do sleepless nights yield heavy thoughts?
Or do the synapses firing prohibit silent slumber?
Neural highways at traffic jam capacity
Rush hour never ends when I retire

Electrical signals consistently skip and zip
Awake or asleep, thinking or dreaming
Mystifying visions of past, present and future
Entertain the brain while the body refreshes

A blissful recollection of pure jubilation
Transitions the mind into sweet meditation

My alarm becomes a synaptic disturbance
The ears at the receiving end of the siren
Alert, alive, living
But exhausted from the Prednisone Curse

i just want to sleep peacefully
and never wake up.

A child went missing years before
ever unsure he dared not feel
even prayed it all would go away
and now awakens afraid it will

Gazing back burdened by regret
seeing at last he’d been blind
although many had let him down
hadn’t he repaid each in kind

An angry child cries out in vain
a weary old man softly sighs
pondering fate questioning why
so few live yet everyone dies

Too quickly still another day falls
asleep within the setting sun
and as one day none will remain
why then waste a single one