Ode to Insomnia

In the wee small hours of the morning
eyes heavily yearn
for a dreamless sleep

but . . .

a cacophony of voices
argue in the non-silence
of an exhausted mind
awakened by

disturbing visions
of fearful escapes
from menacing fights
full of sharpness, blood and gore
and another dream of escape
through fast-moving water

down

                        crashing

                                         water

                                                       falls.

Spinning tales of fear and worry
making it impossible
for me to return to sleep.

It never fails
a day full of new challenges
and responsibilities
follows a night

of doubts

of fears

of sadness

of despair.

Oh sleep!
I beg of you
please enter softly
whispering words of gentleness
and ease.
Cleanse me
with the rest I need

to face another day.

Photo by Steve Kramer. We all took this little ride.

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