A Song of Sleeplessness

I wake before the alarm

like most days,

and lay there, wishing for the night

where I can rest–

and not have the thoughts fly

in and out

like Dragonflies in a Summer field;

My eyes burn and yearn to sleep;

but my mind wakes

and hums and whirls,

like a river on fire,

and will not cease

it’s endless imaginings…

It drives me like an engine

to get everything said out loud

so I can then face and stagger

through another day ,

living on caffeine and stress

until I fall back into bed, again,

to rinse and repeat.