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Spinning, spinning, spinning
Around and around it goes
A mindless insomniac
Restless to my toes
Why does my mind intrude
Upon my blissful sleep
If I could get six hours
How my heart would leap
But if a thought slips in
The one on which to ponder
Sleep walks out the door
As my mind begins to wander
So many ifs,
So many buts
So many options
No mindless shortcuts
Each scenario does get played
On the big screen in my mind
Running through each option
The answer I need to find
Evasion is its tactic
It swirls like the wind
Teasing me and hiding
My mind is not my friend
Thank God there is exhaustion
It’s insomnias’ new trump card
And when it finally hits me
Those nights I do sleep hard
Every night I battle
And try some simple trick
To clear my mind of thought
And beg emptiness to stick
But I chuckle as I lay here
Writing down my thought
An insomniac’s betrayal
To the battle I just fought

Insomnia is a pain in the butt.  If you have never suffered with it, it’s hard to comprehend the frustration it brings. Most nights I can get to sleep and it hits me between two and three in the morning. Some nights I just wake up. Other nights it is a thought that wakes me. Or I get up to use the restroom and think about something that becomes a trigger for more thought and the what-ifs. I could go into to great detail on the types of mind-boggling thoughts rolling through this thick skull, but I doubt anyone really cares. So if you see me looking like a zombie, remember that I am alive and just an insomniac.