You

It is still you I am thinking about

I don't know why I kept on thinking about you

After a quarter after midnight

You

You are one of the reasons why I smile

And the reason why I wanna cry

I know you have not noticed me

Who cares?

I'm my dreams, you're all mine.

Eleven o'clock

on the dot.

They're taking over

my thoughts.

It's growing quiet

outside.

It's growing loud

in my mind.

I'm screaming

on paper.

I'm dreaming

wide awake.

It's that time

of the night,

when my demons

come out to play.

My, Oh my, my dear, Oh my,

Insomnia, Insomnia, you're here again oh my

Visiting me in the middle of the night

Together with coldness you tap on my shoulder

Leaving me restless & mind in ponder

Insomnia my dear, why are you here?

These past few weeks in my room I hear 

I toss & turn in my comfy bed 

Not even my pillow can put me to rest

Insomnia my friend why you do this to me?

I think my friend is toying with me. . .

My dreams to reality, reality in my dreams

I cannot see which one is real

Oh Insomnia, Insomnia

I beg of you to leave

I'm torn apart whenever you visit me

I've tried many remedies, still you stay here 

Here in my room never to abandon me

This misty hour

My thoughts grow sour

The shadows devour

From my dreams I cower

When I'm all alone

And the sun has gone

The night drops like a stone

And chills to the bone

In the darkness of my mind

Not a bright thought I can find

I pull and watch my life unwind

I am to myself the most unkind

Even if I sleep I know

That I will wake tomorrow

And I will do it all again, so

I should probably just let it go

I had a dream about my father one night.

He and my mom were separated when I was young,

I remember the only picture of him

in the house

was on my nightstand.

When I was upset

I would hold the frame and study it,

while fighting off tears.

A picture of me and him

in a bar.

I was sitting on his lap wearing his cap

which was a few sizes too big,

and we were laughing.

 Happy.

It was a common practice for my six year old self.

I had always thought that if he were there,

that life would somehow be better,

that everyone would be happy.

I don't know why I thought that but I did.

Years later, I am an adult

and I dreamt that I was that age again

and I walked out my bedroom door 

in the dead of the night

and I was met with my parents talking in the living room.

I was so excited

I called out for my dad,

and when he saw me he stopped what he was doing

and walked out the front door.

I wish I still had that picture,

but it's gone somewhere.

Disappeared.

The side of sleep that never comes

Once ordered as post-dinner fare

Pretends delay as hems and hums

Become a vacant empty stare

For though your bed does warm invite

The side of sleep that never comes

And all around have said good-night

You pout or pray or twiddle thumbs

As counted sheep reach awesome sums

And hours tick by on yonder clock

The side of sleep that never comes

Begins to snigger, sneer, and mock

Because the fix was in this night

And sweetest dreams were turned to crumbs

You'll have to nab in 'morrows light

The side of sleep that never comes