Insomnia

In the darkness of the night Again I toss and turn A million thoughts race through my mind Insomnia plagues my life To sleep would be a luxury One I live without No rest for the wicked I guess that is my plight Tired of the problems Complexities and strife Longing just to close my eyes For just one night of rest So I write to sooth my conscious Late into the night Putting thoughts on paper Helps relax my mind When all thoughts are written Maybe then it will come How many poems will it take? To sleep, to dream, to rest