Insomnia

Sick lungs whispering secrets untold Bones reveal tempo with aches and moans The clock precariously loses time Pipe in teeth, pen writes the rhymes Sounds of shadows haunt the halls Strolling parapets on the walls Impatiently waiting and growing tall In darkening anger as night does fall Tormenting noise of echoing drafts Spirited shouts of children's laughs This empty house my creepy craft Teases the mind with visions of past Cowering supine in pallet covered Spare pillow cold smells of another In loneliness sleep in distance hovers Concealing dreams of a silhouette lover A comforting cup drowns a pill The shadows sleep as cuckoo stills As mares of night gallop black hills My aging body restlessly yields An original poem by Daniel Turner