I am serously unable to sleep so this really has no imagination!
Unable to Sleep?
During unearthly hours of early morning
Time owned only by late night travellers
those who are free and stars.
When the solice of a pillow
Is no longer dsire enough
To wretch youself form a waking - -
Mind. Stirring thoughts,
Incapable to process basic exhaustion
So when all is lost - -
The comfort of a pen gripped
Firmly writing words of prose
Through the heavy blinking eyes
Of the 3am Insomniac
Is all that he can grasp
All energies poured into
The creative soup of poetry.