Insomnia Strikes Poem by Matthew Holloway

Insomnia strikes again
Unlike lighting it hits multiple times
Leaving the woken soul
Staring up into the dark
Where thoughts stir into a soup
Of people, places and events
Of making love, fighting and escape
The clockface cursed at every interval
It happens to be looked upon
You hope for that brilliant thought
To strike you in those unfriendly hours
That thought to change it all
It never comes though
Only the morning seems to follow