Insomnia

Insomnia struck deep
Thousand of thoughts

Into my mind did creep
Leaving no hope of sleep

What was that sound
Was it a hellhound
This way bound

I sit and look around

No, just the wind's howl
But still, my thoughts run foul
On the prowl
Flying like a spiral

Then sometime before dawn
All thoughts were gone
No longer droning on

And sleep came as a sweet song