The hours of nightfall, how they persistently haunt me;
With their unrelenting wakefulness, an insubstantial melody
As I journey through each night, restless and fraught
I am left to grapple with the fatigue my body has sought

The tossing and turning, an arduous state…
A futile quest for repose, a mind in an agitated state…
The hours seem to stretch on interminably, a long-drawn-out plight~
As I yearn for the sleep that seems thwarted by the night.

How I long for the sweet embrace of slumber to enfold me..
As the world around me is draped in a peaceful reverie.
But instead… I lay cloistered in the obscurity of the night..
As the world’s hum recedes, leaving me in a bleak, stagnant blight

With the advent of each night, a sense of despair descends-
As I plod through the dark… craving a solace that transcends..
Yet, the elusive hand of Morpheus continues to evade me…
As I endure one more night with sleep yet to embrace me..

Oh! how I envy those who slumber peacefully through the night…
Whose tranquil repose is an ephemeral respite.
For me, alas! the dawn has yet to break;
As I persevere through another sleepless night’s mystique.