Insomnia

Each night is the same;like an old carbon copy. Nothing,I mean nothing,has helped in years. I stay so exhausted,at times I break down in tears. While my mind is constantly racing,my body is worn and weary. Every night I think to myself,"Maybe slumber will come my way;that's a joke!" I just shake my head in disgust. After all,sleep is a must! While I detest this dreaded insomnia;oddly enough,I love the night. The peace and quiet often comfort me. This has been my world for some time now.I must say,as much as I hate not sleeping,I create better. Right now,you're reading my so called letter! Think I'll go outside and listen to my wind chime. Someday,I'll get much needed rest. All in due time...Until then I can only dream;view the the sunbeam...