The Insomniac

Each night I promise myself I shall go to bed early
To greet the sun is but a delayed wish granted.
I rub my eyes, my body protests.
To lie on the bed each night without making progress.

The days are sleepy, the nights alive
I am already worried about sleeping tonight.
Earlier on Nightmares plagued me,
Now it's only blankness that stares at me.

The dark dark room is inviting during the day,
The warm cozy bed beckons me to stay.
It is during the night that they spurn me.
The world mutters when shall you learn from me.

This habit of mine is making me increasingly bohemian
As I lie awake to but twist and turn.
I so wish to get my life back on track
But they keep telling me that I am an insomniac.