16/03/2026
Insomnia clings to me;
Like I'm it's every breath.
The lack of sleep;
Has slowly lead to my death.
Swollen red eyes,
And memories of them in my head.
Sometimes,
I'm not even sure,
Who I'm thinking about and when.
But i know insomnia has become a toxic friend.
I can't let go.
It feels like idolatry.
And all i hear in the gaps is,
'My darling child come to me.'
So when, will i, truly see;
Who Jesus is to me?
And when will i truly feel,
Like mornings are meant for me?
I want waking up to finally feel easy.
Why struggle to fall asleep; knowing you'll never leave me?
What else is keeping me from you besides myself?
I know i need it; but where do i even begin with finding help?
The answer's you.
Of course.
So please help me with this dear Lord.