3 AM insomnia

Lately, I get insomnia on Sundays. I don't know why.

The television was as bright as day

flashing pictures moving to and fro

while I

all by my lonesome

stared at this picture box

aimlessly, eyes reddening

wishing for sleep

that refused to come.

At 3 AM

Tolstoy comes along

and leaves questions

of existence and of meaning

Oh, there we go

My source of insomnia

sleeplessness

And I've been told

that I, a 'growing' girl

need to sleep well at night

But when you're all but alone

Wandering the streets of

Nowhereville

with the population of

the insomniac and the restless

You can't help but see

that you and your existence

is pointless and meaningless

And now, 

the 3 AM insomnia 

will never leave me alone.