SLEEPLESS

Winter thunder at two A.M.
Now three nights in a row.
Staccato rain beats cadence
On darkened bedroom window.

A distant urgent siren whines,
White noise on the Interstate.
Unrelenting, whistling trains,
Jangling sounds that won’t abate.

Random, disconnected thoughts
Tease my fitful brain awake.
Restless, tossing, seeking solace.
Four more hours ‘til the daybreak.

She and sleep both have left me
And this thing I know true,
One will never more return,
And one will ever be untrue.

Copyright 2014 Ken Ragan