In the quiet hours, when the world sleeps,
My mind awakens, thoughts run deep.
Shadows dance against the wall,
As I await the morning’s call.

The ticking clock, a constant friend,
Marks the hours that never end.
Eyes wide open, dreams adrift,
Caught in a sleepless, endless shift.

Memories and fears collide,
In this nocturnal, silent tide.
Whispered secrets, voices low,
In the dark, my mind does go.

Dawn approaches, skies turn light,
Yet still, I linger in the night.
Insomnia’s grip, a fierce embrace,
In this quiet, restless space.