Insomnia

Wide eyes on Fire
Nothing real to inspire
Tracing no touch or desire
Listening to a vibrating wire
Electrocuted, hair stands higher
Brain has decided to retire
But thoughts are on hire
There is no comfort to acquire
Occupied in a noisy buzz
Dizzy from the sound it does
So tired but can’t relax
Closing my eyes to many facts
Long zigzag tracks
Filled with annoying wax
Thoughts escape and then attack
Cutting my body by an axe
In prison suffering
Organs hovering
Animal instinct is dead
Can’t sleep in my bed
Insomnia is a moment’s fate
The patient is a bat’s mate