Insomnia

Sleep is our charger;
sleep is our power,
sleep is our rest,
the rest of our hour.

Once in every man's life,
there comes a time,
when sleep is as gold,
rare as can be.

This is called insomnia,
and I can guarantee,
staring at the wall,
it is not a fun place to be.

Vision turns into illusion,
illusion into fear,
fear into collision,
because it seems death draws near.

Finally the sun rises,
though as if it was an eternity,
you live the next day normally,
until it sets again.

Then it begins all over,
posters turn into friends,
talking and laughing,
you hear voices all around.

Sudden movements through the house,
shadows into stalkers,
shifting in fear,
praying for the next morning to hurry here.

This is how it feels,
for Insomnia to kick,
to rip you apart,
to be an Insomniac.

-MICHAEL ELLlOTT