Insomniatic haunts
tend to taunt
my conscience
making my sub's way to the forefront
of menacing thoughts
that beg to keep my attention
prevention
of resting my day onto pillow
wanting to invite a world of
meaningless banter, fish swimming, and things I won't remember
after REM surpasses me, leaving my psyche
my subconscious to prepare for the reality of tomorrow

...and so I sit, trying every remedy and trick
while my lids are as boulders to lift
yet...
they're stubborn

...and so I lay, taking a firm stand
horizontally
determined to think on good things
undoubtedly
until leading me to a series of thoughts intertwined
heaving my mind...further

...and so I pace, burning energy
along with scented candles
creating calm in my space
even surfed the net, logged on to i chat
only to find that a single light was blinking
mine

3 hours, 16 mins, and 8 seconds later...

sips of camomile tea has the Sand man flirting with me
...and so I wait faithfully, until fate inevitably takes over
finally
granting me sleep
I wait...
restlessly