Insomnia Rules

 

The tether is overstretched,

I have reached the end of myself.

Nothing but a tortured wretch,

Chronically sick of lack of health.

Tired beyond despair,

No rest to speak of.

Mind and body beyond repair,

No cure, not even your love.

 

Oh, how I wish for soothing sleep,

That I might wake reborn.

My bones, in fatigue are steeped,

Mind overworked and worn.

The luxury of just one night,

Shared with dreams, refreshed,

Would carry mood on wondrous flight,

Into tomorrow blessed.

 

Sleep, you damned Pimpernel,

I seek you at your best.

Show me where your secrets dwell,

That I might find such rest.

Rescue me from exhaustion’s rot,

And open these eyes to bliss.

Tender me, what I have not,

And I will treasure such gift.