Nightdreams

It’s only when the city sleeps that I lie awake.

Why does the thought of sleep terrify me so,

Yet is a haven when morning will break.

Why am I plagued with these thoughts and delusions?

Why must I suffer the inner trappings of my mind?

These childish dreams, these half baked illusions,

They are driving me insane.

Can’t I just turn over, close my eyes, and fall asleep?

No, for the stars are twinkling and the city is alive.....

And therefore, amidst my sleepless dreams,

So am I.