When the world is wrapped in slumber’s tight embrace,
My mind awakens, racing, a boundless chase.
In the stillness, thoughts come flooding in,
A restless tide, where dreams cannot begin.

The clock ticks on, a metronome of dread,
Sleepless hours stretch, an endless thread.
Eyes wide open, staring into dark,
Yearning for the solace sleep imparts.

Night’s silence amplifies the inner noise,
Whispers of worry, echoes of lost joys.
Shadows dance upon the walls, so stark,
A haunting ballet in a sleepless park.

Yet in this quiet, a strange peace I find,
A time to wander deep within my mind.
Though weary by dawn’s early light,
Insomnia gifts me thoughts that take flight.