Insomnia! Poem by Thomas Vaughan Jones

Moonlight trickling in across my window,
raising silken shadows on my bed.
Small illusions scream with silent voices
waging secret wars inside my head.

Eye and mind are brought up to attention
quickened by the heartbeat's stirring drum.
Arms and legs draw taut in stressful tension
while I strive for sleep that will not come.

Every creaking floor-board breaks my slumber.
Shadows hold each corner of my room.
The clock resounds with peals of crashing thunder.
Each second hails a harbinger of doom.

My mind is in a murky, manic maelstrom.
I think of those appointments I can't keep,
until the sun come over the horizon
and gentle daylight lulls me off to sleep.