When your fingers and toes curl
and you screw your eyes up tight
to get to sleep faster.
Hit by wave and wave of
anxiety and fear
in your chest and
in your back
That utter loneliness when you
throw yourself around your house
and eventually
about 4 in the morning
you fall asleep from pure exhaustion.
Too scared to keep going.
You know,
one of those nights.
I know those nights.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
Oh, I know those nights too. I’ve suffered from insomnia several months now, where I basically have to keep myself awake until my body shuts itself down. I’m beginning to break that vicious circle now, though. Which feels great, naturally.
Great poem. As always.
Thanks Phoenix.
Sorry about the not sleeping thing.
Glad it’s not so bad now.