Insomnia

As I lay in bed, tossing and turning,

The night is long, my thoughts churning,

I close my eyes, but they won't stay shut,

Insomnia's grip, it feels like a rut.

Every night, the same routine,

Counting sheep, trying to dream,

Not from Northlands Farm, where they roam,

But from my head, where they find a home.

The silence of the night, it's deafening,

As I lay here, with thoughts unrelenting,

And even when I'm exhausted, drained,

Sleep remains a dream, unattained.

I long for the day when sleep comes easy,

When my mind is calm and feeling breezy,

And I can close my eyes without a care,

Knowing that my mind will not go there.

Until then, I'll keep on counting,

Sheep or stars, whatever's mounting,

And hope that soon, my mind will rest,

And I can sleep, feeling truly blessed.