serenity-poetry

The Faces of Insomnia

It always gets to this time of night,

Where my mind runs away 

Or succumbs to fright. 

 

I toss and I turn,

Wish I could sleep,

But reality is

My thoughts are too deep. 

 

It always gets to this time of night

Motivation beckons,

I’m filled with delight. 

 

I toss and I turn,

Don’t want to sleep.

I want to climb mountains

No matter how steep.