At That Time

Ever struggled with sleeping? I have experienced it, and I didn't enjoy it. Insomnia is real and should be treated.

Here, I captured my few experiences with insomnia as one of the things that happen at night.
Describing the features of night and my yearning for and inability to sleep, I wrote "At that time" the poem.
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At that time,

At that time
The birds lay still
The night brings its chill
The laborers rest their back
The travelers leaving the parks

At that time,
The clubs buzzing with wildness and commotion
Lovers cuddling and exerting passion
Lights out, curtain drawn, duvet in mission
Bodies are immersed in deep oblivion

At that time,
Depths and darkness take form,
Snores are produced,
Cells are repaired and replaced,
And there is my mind running a marathon at the still of night

At that time,
My head banging like the breaking of rock
My body swirling like a fan
Eyes Wide and wavy like the ocean
My desk abandoned, my task piling

At that time,
Shrieking at every sound
Gawking at the ceiling
My heart longing for balance
My body longing for rest

At that time,
My mind, longing for peace
My brain, thinking too hard
My clock, ticking so loud
My being waiting for victory so I can dine and wine with sleep

Image is mine: It depicts one of the many things I do that keeps me awake at night while men are sleeping.