Insomnia

staring at the clock
waiting an eternity
for the time to change
–
my mind’s ear-
wide awake
in the dark

dull red numerals-
precious sleep stolen away
minute by minute
–
the wee hours-
eyes wide open
In the darkness

my bed, no respite
dark lonely hours renege on
the promise of sleep
–
flannel sheets-
the rhythm
of your breath

thin walls, raised voices
across the street, it’s last call
in my third floor flat
–
crow on a gaslight
fog blanketing
cobblestones

sleep so elusive
reliving memories in
my childhood bedroom
–
oppressive heat
clock watching
until sunrise