Insomnia

4' in the morning
Staring into the dark abyss of my soul
Arms wrapped tight around my body
to warm me of the cold reality of
Solitude
Bed warmed by the heat of an angry, vengeful heart
Scorned by the scorching flame of heartbreak
Mind continually shaping images
of forgotten times,
lost memories,
things forgotten in the light of day
yet retrieved in the dark of night
And for what?
So that in the relief of sleep
My mind won't forget
this sick midnight disease
you've given me.