The
MANY SHADES OF GREY

As the cool, sultry
Hand of dark, closes
Around my body,
My restless thoughts roam
Few and far between.
The last fleeting images

Insomnia

Although my eyes are open it is darkness that I see.

A void of light or color again tonight for me.

The only sound

The television is watching me again

I am too tired to think but too awake to sleep

I'd be better off turning into a coyote

My eyes pop wide open in the middle of the night

To close them is a major fight

I try to lay still with all my might

But