Insomnia

I laid there waiting
for the weight on my eyes
Focused my breathing
Thoughts laugh at the cries
The scent of pine invades and conquers
Time is folded, shredded,  remouldered
The nerving window thoughtlessly agape
and the nights orchestra teases
and plays no escape
Smothered by persistent conscience
The tick tock reminder
of constance
Alternative battles of vengance and love
Mental theatre
can't repeat enough
A stretch and a yawn
Eyes widen in protest
I yearn for the sleep,
sacred and purest
The trying is over
New sun haunts this night
Time to lick wounds
and nurse in the light