Sleepless

Eye's pried open before a blackened moon,
Sleepless still as the insomnia
avoids the illness,
Resting on the alter sleepless,
Even in stillness
I see the sun,
Cracking in all too soon.
Thoughts of past events unfold,
Detrimental to the lessons
not learned,
Even in this present rest is spurned,
Waking in nightmares
shivering cold.
Curative is the rest I seek,
Ghosts of regrets whispering silent,
Their tragedies
awaken my lament,
Sleepless is the mind
that cannot speak.