Sleepless for reasons of which I cannot be sure
The darkness has wrapped the house in its silent veil
Yet the sound of my own thoughts has become deafening.
Sleepless for hours uncounted as I sit watching time
It drifts by as so many waves upon the shore, in vain
Yet I blink away sleep as each thought washes me in loss.
Sleepless in spite of my wish to dream in bright color
Willing myself to stop my mind from visiting this dark place
Yet knowing it would be like holding back the shifting wind.
Sleepless yet naught which I consider has any value
The effort spent will not yield return of change or even praise
Yet my thoughts labor realizing I remain still not good enough.
Karen Quinn 2012