Insomnia

If you were I and you can't sleep, you tend to write a poem about it. And you get literal. You don't admit that you mean it in figurative sense too. *Sigh* Sleep does not heal a broken heart, but it's a refuge. I call this poem "I Long To Be In My Dreams."

I long to be in my dreams

Where there are no heavy days

And long, lonely nights

Where love does not slip through

My grasp each time

In every wakeful, aching moment

I beg to be in my dreams

But even sleep would not come.