Nocturnal journey

i cant sleep  
i've been trying and it feels impossible  
i feel weak  
i've been sturring  
timeline blurring  
my brain, antagonising my body  
 
and its not because the light is on  
and its not because it is off  
its not because of the buzzing  
or the cats  
or the dogs  
or the cold  
or the noise of the tv  
or the heat  
the duvets or the summer sheets  
 
maybe it's my bed  
or all in my head  
or maybe it's this very room!  
'cause i rarely find sleep  
in this room blue and green  
where nightmares are a great  
frequency  
 
its not like i haven't tried  
i've been in the dark for hours  
i stared into the dark  
unable to clear my thoughts  
and managed to pinpoint everything  
every sound, of the house  
and even kept track of my breathing  
 
but i failed!  
alas! i'm a failure at best  
unable to get  
some well deserved rest  
i cannot shut down.  
 
so i get up from my bed  
to wash out the fustration  
and think to try again.  
 
but look what i see  
a familiar face in front of me  
surely the mirror is telling lies  
larger are my eyes  
pink and wide  
my lips, bigger too  
my skin, unfamiliar  
eveything, bolder  
if i wasn't fustrated
this would be halarious.  
 
'cause the bigger they look  
the deeper they feel  
like they are sinking  
into my sockets  
deeper, and steeper  
sleepy and sleepier  
white noise softer  
my mind, languid  
fluttering, peacful  
fuzzy, warmer.....  
my thoughts finally...    drifting  
could it be that i'm......  
yes it is very possible  
 
finally i am  
 
 
 
AWAKE