Insomnia

Late at night...
When the world has gone to bed...

When my loved ones are out of my reach...

I lay awake. I stare the ceiling.

I stare at the time on my phone.

I listen to the creaks and groans of the house. And then I listen to that one song trying to find sleep.

But sleep alludes me. And insomnia takes in.

And I'm scared of it.

Insomnia doesn't come alone. Late at night when it's dark, the darkest thoughts come out.

The painful memories. The lost wishes and broken dreams.

Insomnia doesn't come alone.

Insomnia brings back an old friend.

A friend I wanted buried. A friend that I never wanted as a friend.

Insomnia doesn't come alone.

It visits and stays until I'm left shaken and broken and then it flies away to come again.

The next day I wear that smile, and I wish you knew when I was hurting. And when you'd ask what's wrong, I'd say nothing. And you'd persist until you got the answer.

Because insomnia doesn't come alone.