Insomnia
I’m waiting for the day I will wake up
Eyes open, glazed over, seeing blindly
Touching, but not feeling, encased in fine glass
Dreaming and waiting for something unknown
Desolate and blank canvas of a mind
Flickers and glimmers dazzle in the dark
Grasping and reaching, always elude me
The effort too trying, sleep is calling
Comfort in conformity beckons me
Wondering when I will finally rise