Insomnia

I lay here awake,
questioning my fate
and looking back on my mistakes.
When you can't sleep it's a b***h.
Like when you can't scratch that one itch.
Hour after hour,
your thoughts grow sour.
As self doubt devours,
you desperately try to cower.
To hide from the fear,
You want to disappear.
Wishing someone was here
but helps nowhere near.
I can't shed a tear.
I don't remember how.
I just lay with a furrowed brow
and wonder "What now?"
Nicotine and music are my best friends
through every beginning and all bitter ends.
No one else stuck around
I stay lost while everyone else gets found.
There's nobody to turn to
nobody helps you.
I remain laying alone
hoping for someone to call my phone.
I wish I could sleep.
Already tried counting sheep.
Insomnia is no guest.
I just want some rest.

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I LOVED THIS POEM! I KNOW HOW INSOMNIA FEELS, AND YOUR RIGHT IT IS NO FRIEND! GREAT POEM!