The Truce About Insomnia

Truce About Insomnia

Lumber trite passages through sleepy head
As awake lays my body in comfortable bed.
Wandering wonders and worries of day
Like whitewater agitates my restful way.

As vermin and qualms scurry through night
Upon sweet sleep rains troubles like blight.
Lonely quiet hours, in the dark before dawn
Wakeful, weary yet restless lay the forlorn.

What annoyances fleeting through sun filled hours
Over fretful souls as great ghosts they now tower?
Is it years-old wounds one believed were a-mend?
Or the inherent fear of one’s ultimate end?

No matter the cause of wide eyes and frayed nerves
Ruminate weary mind life’s treacherous curves
As hours they pass, as night noises lullaby
A mist covers the mind, flutter close my eyes.

Yet unwelcome dawn enlightens the sky
‘Tis anger I feel at a bird’s early cry.
Frustration it wanes, when at last I surmise
Sleep or wake, night reflection is what makes one wise.

In the morn, the soothing motions of routine is best
For in the day’s drudgery, a mind can find rest.
‘Tis no matter, eventually will end the night
With hopeful trepidation greet I the light.