Insomnia Poem by Josephine Adrian

Right now,
I am so bored,
A day without chaos
I can't afford.

I stay awake,
Because slumber doesn't call,
I lay; eyes open,
Because sleep doesn't fall.

My eyes are heavy,
But they do not close.
These sleepless nights,
Are my greatest foes.

Random thoughts,
Run through my head,
My mind comes alive,
And I write what's not said.

My hand; it gets tired
From all this writing,
But I shall press on,
And keep on fighting.

If I don't write it down,
It stays inside,
No one will know,
Because it will hide.

But now my bed beckons,
I think I can sleep,
Until that moment,
I'll count the sheep.

Good night to all,
Have a good slumber.
But remember: when counting the sheep,
Keep track of the number.

Tomorrow I have no school,
So I can sleep in,
I shall delight in this delicacy,
Like it's a sin.