Insomnia Flow Poem by David Self

Another night I can't zone out,
Like the sun at night, I'm lost in doubt.
Don't know what really keeps me up,
I just can't switch off... enough's enough.

Too much noise inside my head,
Thoughts that keep me out of bed.
Need something bright to spark my flame,
To shake this weight, to shift the frame.

I turn out the lights, eyes wide, no sleep,
Floating above the dark so deep.
TV's off, the laptop too,
I breathe, reflect—where did time flew to?

It's 4 a.m., still not asleep,
How much of life do these hours reap?
Maybe it's choices I need to make,
Just go all in—let the silence break.

I've been stuck deep in a hole,
Loneliness clawing at my soul.
No one close who understands,
I feel unarmed with empty hands.

Waiting for the switch to flip,
For something real to finally stick.
These thoughts just spiral, round and round,
I need to find that solid ground.

Can't explain what's in my head,
Feels like a cluttered garden shed.
It's full of paths, ideas, and dreams,
But I keep sinking in the same old streams.