Sleepless.

Sleepless, dreamless,
doubtless, fearless, darkness
creeps upon my face;
wipe it off and see the days'
early sunbeams strike the eyes
like a million tiny flies
buzz buzz buzz - I am awake
but the body screams "no more"
and the very soul seems sore
From this knowledge - I would weep!
When I know I'lll get no sleep
Not from pleading, nor from praying,
not by going, nor by staying,
not by roaring, nor by rhyming -
what's the deal?

Silence, stillness,
darkness, illness, sleepless
lie I by her side
and the soft, enchanting tide
of my senses' obfuscation
of my very mind's sedation
draws upon me like a mist
and then- yeah, you get the gist:
In this senseless, sleepless ache
I am doomed to stay awake -
And I cannot help but wonder
what's the deal?