insomnia

03.45 my alarm is due 
2 hours till it lights up my phone
I’m laid staring at the ceiling
Wrapped up in bed on my own 
So quiet so eerie 
There isn’t a sound
It’s cold and dark 
There’s no one around
I hear myself breathing 
The kids snoring away 
Yet I can’t sleep, so here I lay
In the hours I’ve lay here
My thoughts going wild
The things that I think of 
Imagination of a child
The plans I’ve made
Months in advance
No wonder I can’t sleep 
My brains in a trance .,