Insomnia bites at my mind.
Makes sleep impossible,
Hides the remote to my dreams,
It gives no respite to my need to rest,
I am a prisoner held in its bright grasp.
Sleep, eludes, escapes, disappears.
5am ..the sun is rising on another day….
Shall I try again for a brief nap?
The click clack of the clock invades my ears,
Makes me hear the dawn chorus….
The radio susserating quietly by my bed…will I drift on …
Onto a narcoleptic ocean, softly, softly, gently falling…