Wide Awake

It's 4 in the morning and
I'm wide awake again
The whirring of the fan above
It's Blades an infinite circuit

On the edge of the bed,
Cutting just as deep...
Like that of a knife,
Slumber so far from reach.

Mind like wild horses
A roar like thunder, yet
No where near as free
He lies on the other side
Safe and sound asleep

I envy the night
Because in its own darkness,
Still there is a sense of peace
Yet nothing left of it for me.

The bells will toll
Thru an alarm on my phone
The sign of dreaded daybreak.
Off to the gallows
To fight for hours
Yet no difference will it make

But for now,
With a Mind so loud,
On the edge of my bed,
I sit here At 4 in the morning
wide awake again.