Insomnia

Every night it is the same
As he waits for sleep to come
To release him from the living hell
That's making his senses numb

He's tried everything to feel
The sweet release of sleep
Reading, baths, hot drinks of milk
He's even tried counting sheep

But nothing ever seems to work
He's stuck in this quiet world
Where everyone around is still
And in slumber silently curled

He's lucky if he gets an hour
Or two of forty winks
Why can't he be like everyone else?
It's like some curse or jinx

He can get reduced to tears
As he sits up through the night
His mind and body unable to rest
Due to his wretched plight

He lies on his bed and shuts his eyes
As he awaits the morning sun
Once again, a night of hell
Again insomnia has won ©

*Gem*

(Not having insomnia myself, i don't know if i did it justice but my fiance has been a victim of this and after staying at his and seeing for myself what it's like, i tried to write about it. Not to sure though x)