Of Small Hours and Racing Thoughts

insomniac

nine o'clock i'm laying in bed

i take a deep breath

inhale

1

2

3

exhale

it's time to sleep.

i try, but sleep runs away.

with garbled thoughts in my

pounding head

i listen to melodies that

fall from my mouth.

hoping that the soft tune

can remedy my problem.

one song fades into

three

and three ballads turn

to eight.

i try to skim through

old comics and crappy newspaper

articles. my eyes race over pages, and

i find a blinding pain in my head.

it's hard to concentrate

at 12:00.

i'm tired of being

awake, but i'm too alive to sleep.