It is four in the morning,

My mind is boring,

Finding difficultly to sleep,

While the traffic cars beep,

 

The insomnia keeps getting worse,

And my concerns have now disperse,

 Longing for a decent night’s rest,

But battling to achieve it at my very best,

 

Cuddled up into a little ball.

This comforts me and makes me feel better after all, 

Checking the time,

My body treats sleeping like a crime,

 

Soon the clock strikes five,

Still awake and alive.,

However, nothing has changed.

My Sleep patterns are strange.