"Insomniac"

by Lianne Olive Hennig
 

As I lie awake within the night,
The shadowed thoughts begin to bite
And gnaw away at growing fears,
Which ring and rattle in my ears.

The light is on and yet my fright
May conjure up an awesome sight
From spots all gathered on the wall, which
Really don’t amount to much at all.

My bladder’s full yet I lie still.
I cannot force my ailing will
To move my body out of bed
Into the shadowed hall, instead.

Yet, Nature calls ~ I can’t resist.
I tell my random thoughts, desist!
I fling my body into air and,
To the room, I hurl a dare…

Come and get me, if you will!
Then, up my spine, there runs a chill.
Yet, in the little room I sit and
Shadowed corners seem to flit.

Still, I hurry back to bed
To swap my fears for dreams, instead,
And wake up to a light-filled morn
To wonder how such thoughts are born.