The Burdens of an Insomniac

I’m too old to be afraid

Of the monster under my bed

But there’s this person in my head

Who tells me

I should be

Awake

To defend myself from the demons

But the silence speaks too loud

To where I’m in my shroud

And this evil creature

In my mind

We are entwined

Bound to one another

Until the darkness takes over

And the nightmares come

Dreams I can remember for years

I shake and tremble

Scream and cry

Try to find the light

But I feel I’m about to die.