Insomnia

I’m waiting for the day I will wake up

Eyes open, glazed over, seeing blindly

Touching, but not feeling, encased in fine glass

Dreaming and waiting for something unknown

Desolate and blank canvas of a mind

Flickers and glimmers dazzle in the dark

Grasping and reaching, always elude me

The effort too trying, sleep is calling

Comfort in conformity beckons me

Wondering when I will finally rise