Oh Sleepless Hour

Oh sleepless hour,

You allow a circus of thoughts

to take center stage in my conscious.

You are the unsettling of the compass;

North's magnetic rival.

Fear of darkness feeds your infliction upon the body.

Awake, aching as though to have landed.

Stunned, a rabbit in the high-beam.

You take charge over the imagination;

Foot steps along the floor.

Who is he, residing under the bed?

Oh sleepless hour,

What tricks you play upon my soul.

~Sarah~