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I sit hear loosing my mind.

Watching the clocks tick the minutes by.

Nothing I do can help ease my slumber.

Nothing I read can slow my mind.

I sit hear wasting away the hours.

I have lost count of the continued hours on end.

How many hours have I lost?

How many times must I do this?

To what end will this come to a stop.

These days of lost slumber.

These hours of peace full rest I desire.

How will I ever get this time back?

I feel it is eating away at my sanity.

I even feel as if my sanity has truly left me.

In the dark confines of my blankets bound to me.

I feel sands of time flowing away from me.

Feeding into my exhaustion more and more.

It will not be to long before my sanity is fractured.

I fear I will never truly sleep again.