Woes Of Insomnia

The quiet lies

While insomnia stares,

Waiting for an early

Day to summon

The tumbled slumber.

The whispered silence

Shovels the lack

Of muffled content,

Into low pitches

Where reason doesn’t belong.

Hushed in desperate measures,

The gleeful features

Cry out seeking a deafening

Fabrication that opens

Deceptions clouding the mind.