Poem: Insomnia #8

Insomnia #8
by Me

The lonliest part of the night
when every peek at the clock
is another year added to your sentence.

There is nothing for you to do
no medicine to soothe
the empty hours

so it falls to father time
the illusor, the trick
and the sun will rise
and moments will be good again soon.

As father Ra
fights through the darkness
of the serpent.