Insomnia

Am I awake? Are you awake?

We’re all awake,

Captured by the midnight hour, welcome to it you can try to glower

But you’re in it

The hours that drip into each other as the clock ticks on and the dawn draws closer

Can you close your eyes? Or are they plastered open

A good question among the thoughts that haunt in the wee hours like

Do you remember all those things you’ve done,

Or trying to stick you with the worrying ones

Of tomorrow and things that must be but can’t be or shouldn’t be or are going to be

Difficult or challenging

Let me worry incessantly over things no one could help me with right now it’s

The opposite of a good time

Did you check your ticket at the door?

The door.

What door?

Whatever door we had to go through to come through and see through

Every hour preceding sunrise regardless of our pleading cries it’s time to be awake,

So someone decided

Perhaps the man with the sand forgot to provide it

I don’t know what to tell you

Awake awake awake

Eventually the thoughts start breaking away

Someday you’ll sleep, maybe even today,

But until then, awake you will stay.

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