Insomnia

They promised that insomnia

Would bring words

Like long awaited rain,

But instead it

Keeps you awake too late

With your distractions

And makes you miss your thoughts,

Then sleep long enough

For the days

To seem one.

Insomnia only brings

Diversions,

Frivolity

And agitation,

And when that

Wears you out,

A sleep too black

For thought to thrive.

Insomnia doesn’t bring rain;

It is the storm grey

Cloud that teases

And threatens,

Then flitters away

Whispering promises

To come another day.