Insomnia

He comes here again so late at night,
Bringing that chill which longs to take a bite
Out of my soul which aches with the pain
Of knowing that everyone I love holds me in disdain.

He’s here now as I count sheep,
Seeping into my bones to take away my sleep.
It’s a rugged tear that grows wider which each breath,
Consuming my mind till the tears are all that’s left.

He comes every day, like a lover in the night,
Holds me in his arms, draining my will to fight.
And each time I sit here, shaking with fear;
Watching all my anxieties as they come near.

I’m just a ghost in this shell but his arms still reach through,
Touching my bare soul, that’s what they all do.
But where their words are just one or two,
His are an ocean of all my accumulated rue.