Insomnia 02 Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

In shadows deep, where restless thoughts collide,
the hours stretch, a thief of peace and rest.
The moon, a silent witness, serves as guide,
while whispers of the night, invade my chest.

Each ticking clock, a taunt, a cruel game,
with every breath, the quietude departs.
An endless loop of worry fuels the flame,
as fleeting dreams escape like fractured hearts.

Yet in this stillness, worlds of thought ignite,
a canvas painted with the hues of night.
For in the dark, a spark of clarity,
emerges from the depths of my despair.

A fragile hope, a promise yet to find,
that sleep will come,
and peace will soothe my mind.