War Against the Night

The worst part about insomnia
Is not the constant loop
Of memories
I try so hard to forget.
Or the constant images
Of you and me.
Nor is it the hallowing emptiness
of my solitude.
It's not even the anguish
of knowing that if I should fall asleep
I would wake
And feel as though
I didn't sleep a wink.
What it is
What kills me the most
Abouth the fight Against my eyelids
Is the the physical pain.
The ache
in every fiber of my being.
The body wishing
For the warmth of your touch
My soul aching
For the warmth of your love.

I did not start this war against the night.
But I'm hoping you will me end this fight.
By giving me a love to keep.
Allowing me to finally sleep.