Insomnia Poem by Cilene Farrell

Insomnia.
the illness struggles to take over,
but with drugs and drops I fight....
peace and sleep will come to me this night.

It is not that there are demons at work,
nothing hidden deep inside, tormenting my soul.
I simply cannot keep the thoughts at bay,
wanting instead to commit them to ink.

Random pain assails my worn and weary body,
though thankfully mental anguish doesn't join the symphony.
I'm content with the existence I have carved for myself....
Nothing to distract me from regaining my health.

Briefly inflicted, I wonder how one person
can bear the sufferings which have befallen them.
Those of us who can, be thankful, for no illness
has rendered us incapable of committing our thoughts
and our dreams
to reality.