By D. R. DiFrancesco
Head cradled in a pillow of down,
Soft and warm still I can not sleep.
Thoughts race through my wild mind,
Exhausting me as I seek out slumber,
Knowing that it eludes me again.
This inescapable race,
Taunts me, dangling a carrot in front of my unwilling mind,
Exploiting the weakness in me.
To what end,
As dawn breaks ending another night of torment,
I am mentally weary as I slip from between the silken sheets.
Awake in the physical only,
I lumber through the day a mere shell of who I am,
Begging for respite from myself.
Seeking sanctuary in melatonin and sleeping pills,
Face down in a self-induced coma,
I struggle to release my mind from this torture.
Relief is only temporary,
A solitary night of dreamless repose,
Refreshing just shy of expiration.
Insomnia, my uninvited friend,
My companion through hours of darkness,
Like a relative come to visit and never leaves.
Eviction seems so distant,
As opportunity for lethargy escapes,
Overwhelming me with inexorable nights of tumult.