Insomnia's grip is what I fear

Tossing and turning in my bed, Restless thoughts inside my head. The night seems endless, long and drear, Insomnia's grip is what I fear.

The clock ticks on, relentless time, A reminder of my sleepless climb. Each second feels like an eternity, As I long for sweet serenity.

I try to shut my eyes and breathe, To find some solace and some ease. But the harder I try to fall asleep, The more elusive it seems to keep.

The world around me fades away, As I'm lost in my mind's dark array. And though my body longs for rest, My restless mind won't acquiesce.

The dawn approaches, a glimmer of light, And with it comes some relief in sight. For though the night was long and tough, The new day brings with it enough.

So, I'll rise again and face the day, With weariness and a mind at bay. And though the night may come again, I'll take it in stride, and try to remain.