insomnia wanderings

sleep eluding restless brooding
where did the evening go
i can’t relax i can’t give in
the demons are still in my dreams
where did they come from
what excatly do they scare in me
nothing is remembered in the morning
nothing left inside my head but fear
and a frightened resolve not to sleep
so i pace the world with a click and tap
peeking into people’s lives
imagining my own pain away into the night
click goes to clock on the table
each minute is a decade
and by morning i’ve aged twelve lifetimes