Dreaming Insomniac

Tossing and turning The hot flusters that rule the night Moaning and groaning Eyes closed mind wide open Sobbing and sighing A hundred voices in an empty room Your pupils whizz around under your eyelids Your chest heaves Cheeks red and damp As you turn your weak body to the made-up side of the bed All neat and pristine Unlike your own which is damp and disarrayed You hear the ticking time And you let the sound of time take you back Back to when you shared this bed with another Remember the peaceful slumber with your lover Now you are an insomniac in solitude Tormented by memories while the world is silent and still You toss and turn Trying to flee from the past While he moves forward soundly Poor insomniac You dreaming insomniac.