The Insomniacs Lament

It’s four in the morning her head’s in a whirl,
thoughts are going awry as they swirl.

Sleep ignores her, impatience implores,
what is this feeling she forever abhors?

The hours fly by clicking away at her thoughts
 of feelings, heartbreaks, what can’t be bought.

Her body ignores pain as pen goes to page,
what is this feeling this despicable rage?

The night lingers on as she clings to the light,
why does her soul continue this fight?

Will she ever rest like the cat by her arm?
How does she know sleeping brings harm?

The slumber creeps in,  it’s long overdue,
she  fears  the waking, when pain pushes through.
 

S.J. Owen © 2016