Sleepless Poem by Robert Roberts

Sleepless night returns
as it all start to take a tole
this life is running a circuit
and here it comes back again
ready to grip me
icy cold paws grab my leg
as it isn't safe to dream no more
nightmares haunt my thoughts
and every movement
the a cursed hour approaches nearer
and nearer and am still battling this war
weary eyes slowly shut as it reaches the
point of hallucination, as it is to quiet
i sit back and listen to the wind hallow
through the trees waiting for morning to come
as it struck............3: 00AM................