Cries of an Insomniac

                         

                   Cries of an Insomniac

As the day comes to an end
the sun sinks into the horizon.
Shadows on the wall are my only friends
my nightly struggle to slumber has begun.
I ly in my bed tossing and turning,
fighting with my comforter and sheets.
Unable to close my eyes they start burning,
I find myself longing for just one nights sleep.
I try everything I know to drift into slumber.
Warm milk, counting sheep and evening hummimg to myself.
After all of my endeavors i can't help but wonder,
is my health causing the insomnia or is the insomnia draining my
health.
Just as I start hearing the song birds outside,
I feel the weight of the sandman's dust closing my eyes.
I know I have but minutes to sleep,
light fills my room as up the sun creeps.