Insomnia
I’ve been sitting here all night
trying my best to write a poem
counting out the syllables
wringing out their meaning
I’ve been sitting here all night
marveling at how people change
wondering if I saw the signs
and chose to pay no heed
I’ve been sitting here all night
watching dusk turn to dawn
staring up at the ceiling
feeling guilty, wasting time
I’ve been sitting here all night
worked up about those questions
like what I’ll do with my life
and how I plan to get there
I’ve been sitting here all night
rehashing my poem attempts
striving to salvage my self-respect
and possibly get some rest
