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.
