BATTLE WITH INSOMNIA.....

Dear god...
I fear I have no clue what I'm after;
The passing night in faded purple has brought nothing for me to cheer;
Tossing and turning restlessly in the bed;
Trying to blot out the memories seeping into my head;

I'm aware of the world moving around me;
And in my head its vehement outcry lingers as perpetual rue;

I know of no blanket that would comfort;
So enchanting, so deceiving;
That would accompany me to death;
With every dream I struggle for breath.

Never had I encountered such nightmares;
The sweats, the aches;
All I do is tremble;
All I do is shake.

With the constant movements during sleep;
My body temperature falls;
And I feel the words escaping my lips;
As if they run past my finger tips;

No control;
Finally rising from the bed with a sleepless break;
So cold;
And now all I can do is shake.

I’m swamped;
My shirt sticking to my skin;
In my efforts to have a sound sleep has made me a crank;
I’m so cold;
I know my dream has become old;
But what else can I do;
If I have only one dream;
And nothing in this world can make it true….