Insomnia Poem by Elizabeth Hefty

Sleep eludes me
Slipping from my fingers like quicksilver
Broken nights filled
With half heard whispers
Echoing from the outer world
My eyes seeing in darkness
Listening to breath
My heart beating me
Further awake
Here my thoughts grow
Like mushrooms
In the fertile soil of my restive imagination
Fears dance like devils
in the wasteland of my insomnolence
Counting the moments
Dragging slowly
Through the molasses of night's time
Until the fatigue of the day appears.