Sleep won't come.

Why won't it come?

It's after four.

I'm tired.

Yet sleep won't come.

I stare out the window

At the lonely street.

Why won't sleep come?

Thoughts still flow in my mind.

The night is old.

Morning will soon come.

Yet sleep won't come.

Why won't it come?

I write a note

Telling my sister

To wake me up.

So I shan't

Sleep the new day away.

I close my eyes.

Worry floods my mind.

Driving back the darkness.

That inviting darkness,

Of sleep,

That I wish to engulf me.

Why won't sleep come?

I toss restlessly

As my eyes force themselves open

Despite my efforts to keep them closed.

It's after four twenty.

Why won't sleep come?

Do I wake someone up?

And ask to take something

To relieve me of my restless tossing and turning.

And send me into

That blissful dark oblivion of sleep?

This happens so often.

Why won't sleep come?

Will I write the night away?

And sleep through the entire day?

I am nocturnal.

Yet I desire to sleep

During the night.

I must have insomnia.

Why won't sleep come?

I am so frustrated.

I cry softly,

Turn my eyes skyward

And ask why.

Yet sleep won't come.

Why won't it come?

I am told to just lie still

And let sleep wash over me.

But I've been trying that for hours.

The sky lightens,

Ever-so-slightly.

Maybe I shall see the sun rise?

I am not tired, yet I am.

It's after four thirty.

I've given up hope

On sleep coming.

Try as I might,

Sleep will not come.

Why won't it come?

Pink fringes

Appear on the horizon.

When will the sun appear?

The blazing sphere

Pierces the night.

It is morning.

Sleep never came.