My midnight gloom

Each and every night is exactly the same, I cannot find solace Oh what a shame.. As I creep thru the corridor in my lonely gloom, from bed to bed in the other room..

Insomnia is my constant fight stressing me out amidst my plight..the least little thing keeps me awake as my husband slumbers, I cry and I ache..I want someone to tell me that I am alright betwixt the blackness of the night.. but noone is there, I am all alone, as I pad the darkness, I groan and I moan..

If only I could find silence within my brain, but the tinnitus is my demon as it drives me insane..that gyrating generator that sounds from outside, tho it follows me everywhere, so I cannot hide.. and it puts up it’s volume as it rearranges from buzzing bees to loud tinny changes..I have lived with this problem most of my life, and as I seek out the spare room, am I being a bad wife?..