Insomnia

I wrote this poem a while back and I'd forgotten where I dumped it. I just chanced upon it earlier and I thought I'd just put it here.


A written dirge to liberate a great sorrow
A lyric sung for the sighs of tomorrow
An elegy emancipating the essence of truth
While bathing in moonlight counting stars on the roof
A mass converged from a mess of the mind
Like a labyrinth of connections, the right path's hard to find
An unfinished requiem, the progression's unclear
To home in D minor or the things you hold dear?
A peaceful nocturne to end the night
As the wings of tomorrow prepare to take flight.