Dreams for an insomniac

Have not written in a long time, so time for something poetic to fill the vagueness

Dreams for an insomniac

late in the dark night
i sat awake by my corner light
staring at the book I could not bring myself to read
my head yearing for books i could have reread
and the clock kept ticking

finally it was lights out
those streaks of filtering lights searching for my eyes
why is this dark night so unsettlingly bright
willing almost pushing myself to slip into the peacefull nothingness
and yet the clock kept ticking by my side

with my mind raring to run off
with the rest of me completely unwilling to keep up
the battle raged on for some time
meanwhile i twisted and turned trying to pick a side
and dutiful clock kept ticking with all its might

finally it seemed like dawn breaking outside
the silly ambient lights overpowered by the mightier kinds
the slow hustle of humanity coming to life
my mind now in charge letting me know to come to terms with the time
staring at the clock ticking with absolute spite

Tonight will be another dark night
another attempt at that unreadable book
another wish for that glorious dark stillness
another hope to slip into the hypnotic slumber and dream the impossible dream
and the clock finally sitting still with no battery inside