Sitting bored and listless
With chin in my hand
I gazed the night sky..
Just when my heart lets out a cry with a painfull eye...
I see the magnificent crystalline stars...
Of a past filled with scars..
Fade into the dark hues of deep blue
My heart and mind argue..

i stayed up too late
writing this rhyme
i can’t even bear
to look at the time
they say, “close your eyes”
they don’t know jack
closed eyes do not help
an insomniac
my body’s asleep
my brain is on fire
can’t seem to convince
myself that i’m tired
i do my best thinking
snug in my bed
while thoughts irish line dance
their way through my head
my mother won’t have it
she gave me some tea
but i still can’t seem
to catch any z’s
maybe my inner clock’s
way out of whack?
i still can’t help being
an insomniac.