Seconds slow down
Time intervals grow longer.
As night applies its’ long arduous shade.
Total loss of mind control.
Tis times’ fury against this restless soul.
The day may rise anew for those lucky few
Souls of others from sleep and rest they grew
But none so unlucky as us
Destined to lie here in painful wait
All too aware of our oncoming,
and sleepless fate.
Seconds trickle, time holds fast.
Night slogs onward for ever last.
Hearing sounds of endless night,
Time stands still while sleep loses another fight.