Insomnia

It’s you again, my nightly visitor

You creep towards me in the dark of silent night

Filling my head with thoughts of years gone and days yet to come

I know you well; I have sat with you through many hours

Here we are again

You leave me to face the cold light of morning

With red eyes and fog in my head

Make my body heavy like lead

My enemy who waits by my bed

The world seems to sleep while I sit with you

Tempted to take something to block you out

But I won’t let you win, won’t give in

My cure, to write and write

In the hours that others sleep

I sit and create, in the dark of the night.