Nothing too major, just a random poem I ended up writing for my Creative Writing class. I figured I'd share it. The Insomniac Trapped in bed, thoughts swirling. Eyes closed, nothing changing. The desire to fall unconscious. A desire that will not be satisfied. I have to get plenty of sleep tonight! It doesn’t matter. I have a big day tomorrow! It doesn’t matter. I can’t just lie here all night! It doesn’t matter. I can protest, all I want. Nothing will change. I can try to block out my thoughts. Nothing will change. I can try to ignore the stresses of daily life. Nothing will change. So many people that trust me, that depend on me! I cannot let them down. So many people, with injured feelings, wanting to talk to me! I cannot let them down. So many people, turning to me, when everyone else has ignored them. I cannot let them down. Over thinking, over feeling. The life of the insomniac is a challenging one. Always tired, yet too tired to sleep. Too tired to rest. Too stressed to relax.