I of III


The hush of night
The clock is ticking
My dream world is closed for the summer

I of III

Queen of the night
So serene and bright
Doesn’t soothe my weary mind
When I shut my eyes
She is inside my head
When I turn on my side
She's spread out on my bed

III of III

Midnight descends
As gently as a whisper
And sticks around
A bit too long

leonard daranjo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-insomniac-triad/