Sleepless restless
questions roll
through a mind
that will not be still
and solutions
seem to be far off
and fail
chamomile and yoga
finding zen
and no solace
bludgeoning pillows
without relief
is it meaningful
is the bed just too big
am I finally
pushing over an edge
I thought I had reached long ago
silence
and sickness
and the fear that accompany
as I try to breathe
and ignore
those images
that dance across my eyelids
no rest, no rest
until I roam the house
cook up a storm
and wait for dawn