Losing Sleep

Sure, I could blame it on so many different things.
Like work, or health, or the room was too hot, too cold.
Maybe it was a succession of Technicolor dreams,
Interrupted by the blackness of hellish nightmares.
Could it have been a strange noise or indigestion?
Or the sound of creaking floors and squealing doors?

Excuses won’t begin to explain this reoccurring problem.
Exercise and balanced meals don’t chase the ache away.
For the vision I keep seeing and the name I keep hearing,
Invades the night, stealing the rest I desperately seek.
Leaving me more exhausted than when I lay my head down,
My need for you has become a consuming flame.

It’s funny how love affects my life to such a degree.
I don’t remember bad debts, broken promises, or firefights.
No bullets, or blood soaked friends, or death at my side,
Creeping into my very soul to rob me of my spirituality.
It’s the very essence of my punishment for loving you,
Doesn’t the saying, “No sleep for the wicked” pertain?

Honestly, I have tried to rid myself of you.
Yet your face and life have taken over my life.
Is there no peace, no tranquility, and no release from your image?
Can’t my heart soar, or failing that, be set free?
I cry and pray and wish and imagine a difference,
For I have fallen in love with the unattainable.

You tell me what I’m supposed to do.