Insomnia

Insomnia 

What is it exactly?

To lay awake and stare at the white ceiling all night long? 

Or to raid the refrigerator looking for a midnight snack?

Or to be wide eyed due to the stifling heat?

And your pajamas sticking to your body?

To me it’s to be tired with eyes closing 

And yet not being able to sleep 

Your thoughts carrying you far and wide 

And social media pulling you into their grasp

To listen to music and mouth the songs

So as not to be a nuisance in the middle of the night

And then sleep comes knocking as softly as a feather 

Then you close your eyes and all of a sudden it’s morning.

You start to wonder how morning came so soon and wish you had slept earlier

Only to repeat the same pattern as you lay down tonight.