In the quiet hours where shadows creep, I linger alone, too tired to sleep. The clock ticks on in a slow, soft hum, Yet peace, it seems, will never come.
Eyes wide open, trapped in thought, By restless visions, my mind is caught. Through hazy dark, dreams fade and fray, As sleep slips silently away.
A thousand worries take their place, In the hollow quiet, they crowd my space. I count the stars, each grain of sand, While time escapes like quickened sand.
I wake, I toss, I drift, I wake— A circle of night I cannot shake. Moments pass, then slip from sight, Lost to the endless, aching night.
I reach for calm, for sweet release, Yet the silence is a shattered peace. A tangled knot within my chest, Where heavy sighs deny me rest.
Morning light will come too soon, To steal the stars, the weary moon. With eyes half-closed, I rise once more, To meet the day, as tired as before.
Oh, Insomnia, my quiet foe, In your dark embrace, I'm left to know— That sleep’s a fragile, fleeting prize, Beyond my reach beneath these skies.
