Insomniac

You may say,
you need to rest.
I would say
insomnia is more then a test.

I feel it close in
and I feel kind of twitchy.
The darkness is here,
and my eyes go all shifty.

So I turn on a light,
and I feel so much better.
But my paranoia,
stays by me to act as a fetter.

Sounds come to me,
and they claw at my ears.
Just like the dream monsters,
that created my fears.

You may say,
wait, I thought you couldn’t sleep?
I’d quickly reply,
those fears keep me from sheep.

Time ticks away,
making its usual sound.
This is why,
I know I am bound.

You see,
there is no clock in my room.
You see,
my brain is making its own tune.

It drums in my head,
like some rock band upstairs.
My brain likes it own sound,
so in my head it blares.

Oh, but wait, relief,
or that’s what some might say.
The sun is rising,
to start a new day.

The sun rises,
I get up to dress.
Just like always,
I look like a mess.

I look in the mirror,
and I don’t really care.
Later my girlfriend,
will fix my hair.

She’ll hug me,
and look on with concern.
She’ll kiss me goodbye,
as we walk off to learn.

You see I love her,
and she makes my insomnia ok.
You see she loves me,
So I always wait for the next day.