Insomniac

Counting down the hours

I'm only just awake

Half in this world and half in the next,

Like a ghost with a beating heart.

The moon shaded sun freezes my veins,

As I gaze at stars strung like ornaments,

Shining on display

for an audience that's sedate.

Their deep, even breaths mock me,

This in-somnolence possesses me,

As I await the light of dawn

To finally welcome the farewell

Of a never-ending night.