it's bedtime

A short poem about insomnia.

i close my eyes

it's 2AM!
and i'm staring
staring for something
anything
i'm tired so tired
insomnia
she keeps me
hostage in my own bed
slowly prisoner in my own home
senselessly victim of deprivation
i'm trying i promise
insomnia
she keeps me
in her uninvited company
alone in her painful presence
so alone in deadening isolation
always with me, always here

it's 2AM!
and i try again
i close my eyes