sleepless nights

Turning into a night owl,
it seems I've fallen foul.

The hours pass like friends
long lost to far gone woes.

The minutes pass as love's
first throes distort.
And tick tock, tick tock,
strikes the mocking call of

the watched clock,
it continues, merciless.

As night falls words whisper
to me in darkness

and the orange glow,
doesn't help to haul

me into the oblivion of sleep.
I desperately breathe deep,

understand need and release,
let it escape through the attic window.

I sigh my limbs into submission,
make my confession.

Drift into the bodies' rest;
the mind's
final, and grateful delirium.