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