#WritcoPoemPrompt112
With everything that life has to offer,
There's so much to be enjoyed,
But the pleasures of sleeplessness I suffer,
Is the one I cannot avoid.
With each tick of the clock, my mind does race,
Through the corridors of time, in restless chase,
Seeking solace in the shadows of the night,
But finding only haunting whispers, nothing bright.

The moon, a ghostly galleon in the sky,
Casts its pallor on my weary, watchful eye,
As I toss...