Insomnia

A lack of sleep, a lack of dreams

Nothing is as what it seems

The day is night, the light slips away

The dreams come back, never another day

We try so hard

We are never able

This insomnia is not a fable

It combats us

All we are

It really is quite bizarre

That this melatonin

This chemical of the mind

Is what makes sleep so hard to find

Our brain is ever, ever working

The shadows are still ever lurking

At rest

At ease

We wish it would do as we please

Even sleeping we are awake

Dreaming of all the things we wish to take

From this world

From this place

From the look upon another’s face

Insomnia is a curse

Of the most divine

The exalted of genius, and the sublime

For it is in their minds

And their never ending story

That memories are given a constant inventory

Music, and words, and shallow phrases

Love, and life, in all it’s phases

I suffer from this curse nearly every night

I have learned now to not put up a fight

Let this curse run it’s course

And intelligence it shall reinforce

A contemplation of every side

A secret place in which one can confide

I stay up late while my brother’s twin rests

His snores are the way he doesn’t contest

The glare of light that emanates throughout

My computer, or TV, or phone no doubt

I edit my pages, of life and find

That regrets are sad, and that happiness is pure

Relationships are alright if one can truly allure

But through all these nights

And all these days

I pass on through in my own ways

I embrace this curse

Or moreso smother

For without it I would be like any other