In the silence of the night, I lie awake,
Counting stars that twinkle, my soul to take.
The whispers of the midnight clock, they chime,
Through endless hours, devoid of time.

Shadows dance upon my weary eyes,
As thoughts of yesterdays begin to rise.
The ticking echoes in the vacant room,
A lullaby of insomnia’s gentle gloom.

Dreams elude my restless mind’s pursuit,
In a world where night and day are mute.
The moonlight casts a silver hue,
On memories, both old and new.

Until the dawn breaks through the dark,
I sail on waves of thought, a drifting ark.
Insomnia’s embrace, a bittersweet caress,
Leaves me yearning for peaceful rest.