Insomniac

There’s gotta be something wrong

I lie here awake

Mind racing

Vibrating, quaking, disintegrating

To the fine remnants of my latest impatience

Why is it that my body falls asleep before my mind does?

Eyes dart across the room, awaiting the next creation

Let’s see what this mind of ours can do

Conjuring up wounds of lifetimes before

Nostalgia of moments I’ve never met

So why is it that my sleep is watching the sunset?

It’s all an illusion

My toss

My turn

My mind has time to burn