Insomnia

Fast asleep is half the world
forgetting the day that was
and ignorant of the day to be.
Giving a pause to the chase
and manufacturing the dreams anew
of them, scary nightmares are few.

But wide open are a pair of eyes
a couple of lids refusing to kiss
and to get lost in the daily bliss.
Staring into the black and
searching in the void,
I am lost in the vaccum of the engulfing night.
My body lying tired and worn out...
my mind and soul running around...

Is it the ghosts of the past
or the ones to come,
that have stolen my sleep and for what ransom?
Then how do I now dream my future?
and try to be the logical creature?
What do I do to burn the night?

My only refuge, I dare to write
these musings of a poetic maniac...
who is now a pathetic insomniac....