Insomnia

Can't sleep. An old poem

Midnight
I see your face,
when I close my eyes.
I'm staring at the ceiling,
staring off into space.
this damn sleepless feeling.
                   Can't rest.
                   Can't sleep.

1.00 am
wondering where you are.
hoping you're resting better than me
drowning in thoughts of you so deep,
mentally seeing you from afar.
subconsciously depriving myself of sleep
                   Can't think.
                   Can't sleep.

2.00 am 
trying to distract my brain
putting pen to paper
attempting to keep myself sane
but finding I can write
only your name.
                   Can't create.
                   Can't sleep.

3.00 am
you're still on my mind.
I still lie awake,
constantly thinking
my mind reels, eyes ache to be blind,
still I try to hold on, never breaking.
                   Can't surrender.          
                   Can't sleep.


4.00 am
just want to shutdown my brain.
cease thinking
turn it all off
stop trying to explain.
yet I'm forced to remain, never yielding.
                   Can't stop.
                   Can't sleep.

5.00 am
still haven't closed my eyes
the sun is rising.
exhausted, running on empty.
A dream.
A mirage.
A fantasy.
An oasis in the desert.
a paradox.
                   Can't wake.
                   Can't sleep.