Insomnia Poem by Megan Haskins

Sitting here awake at this hour,
haven't slept for days.
Caffine is survival,
world sleeps now.

Hushed, silent town.
No men, women, children awake,
just me,
what am I to do?

Gazing into the dark
only one awake.
Rocking by the window
with acigarette.

Can't function during the day
got the shakes,
got the sweats,
need sleep.

Need sleep
but don't really want sleep
scared to sleep
unfamilliar.

Will go mad without sleep.
Talking gibberish.
Talk the truth.
3 AM.

But I'll keep watching from my window,
watching the night unfold,
watching the darkness creep
enslave me.