Insomnia

I can't sleep at night,
and I've given up on trying to figure out why...
And these tosses and turns and longing sighs
can't be more than outward cries
for help, for solace, and for peace...
Some semblance of normal
to put my mind at ease.
Right now I'm up a creek without a paddle
in a capsized boat, and as I battle
for sanity, for calm,
I wonder if I went about this all wrong...
Because nothing is going right,
and my hopeless dreams take flight-
leaving me in their dust
alone in a place where survival is a must.
Thoughts shattered like glass,
as each endless day slips past...
I wonder, is it truly worth it?
Or am I just one of the cursed?
No one's perfect-
That's what they say,
but more so I think to keep reality at bay.
No matter what is felt, and what is said,
There seems no way to purge this doubt from my head.
Broken days, and glittering nights,
I look to the stars to ponder my plight.
Wishing for a miracle, a blessing or three;
All I want is for my wandering soul
to be set free.
My bed is a desert, my blanket a cloud-
My vision plays hide and seek with the fears my mind shrouds.
And as darkness lifts, leaving everything sparkling with dew,
I turn from my insomnia, and start the cycle anew.