Disclaimer: I've been in poem-writing mode for a while, so you'll get lots of poems! By the way, insomnia is loss of sleep, in case you're wondering. Remus Lupin isn't mine.

Insomnia

Everyone's in peaceful slumber.

I toss in my bed, awake.

I can't help being tormented

By all choices that I make.

I can't get over the fact

I'm blamed for something I can't help.

How many can say they know

Exactly how I've been, I've felt?

Under my tranquil outward calm

Is a fire, an inner rage.

Emotions almost make me human,

But my wolf, it forms my cage.

As I toss and turn, tormented,

I glance at those beside my bed.

The first to stay beside a werewolf,

Loyal after I am dead.

They cannot know, and yet they try,

At times, my sanity they keep.

There they lay in restful slumber,

And, in seconds, I'm asleep.