Insomnia

Hours on end

Spent awake

In these last few hours before dawn

I write..

Trying to subdue my racing mind

I pour my heart into the pen

I cast my soul into the paper

My blood becomes the ink

My mind fuses with these words

I become one with my work

Until these precious few moments of solace run out

And I am stuck awake in this prision of consciousness

Desperate and broken

I wait for peace to come