Awaiting peace, slumber.
Hopeful for a few hours of dreams.
Restless. Anxious. Hyper-vigilant.
Over conscious of the hours ’til dawn.
Tossing. Turning. Vainly tempting rest.
Mind wandering, thoughts racing,
The witching hour passes with
An imagination running amok
With images and thoughts over-running
All vestiges of reason and lingering sanity.