Confessions of an Insomniac

Written by: Laurie Ginn

In the wee small hours of the morning
When sleep will not oblige itself to come
One thought leads to another and yet another
And my brain will not surrender deliberation
Until morning

Emotions so fickle when the shadows of night 
Permeate my bedroom
Thoughts during the day that gave comfort 
Left for morose surrogates
Am I awake for a reason

Do I busy myself so during the day
That your only alternative is to bide your time
Until the house is quiet and I cannot escape
You have my full attention
Let the games begin