Insomnia

O how the night calls. I often lay awake till the morning. If eyes could be weighed my eyes would weigh a ton. My thoughts race uncontrollably. Feelings of should've, could've, and would've echo loudly. Unresolved issues both past and present I ponder to no end as I desperately try to find the answer it's now 3am. It's as though I was born to be a child of the night I cant sleep, the night wont let me sleep, fighting sleep a regular rebellion. Although I appear to be winning morning will soon rise and yet another opportunity to rejuvenate will be gone. I often ponder who is winning in all this perhaps counting backwards. If only I could silence my racing thoughts with a blink of my eyes.
©grossett1