Minion of a Sleepless Night

Minions of a sleepless night

float about shadowing
my every thought not
allowing them to rest
but chase them into
a frenzied state

My eye lids close

to block what ever
distracting light may
try to pierce the dark
that blankets the night
pulled gently taught
over me

I toss and turn like

a dog who tries to
find that comfort spot
after turning and turning
then scratching and propping
the surface with its front paws
where it will finally lie

Not until late early morning

did my mind and body
finally lay at rest
trying to consume
the final nocturne hours
before the croaks and chirps
give way to the whistling
of morning birds

Still I know that even

in my waking state

when intermittently reverie

taps me on my shoulder

there lurks the shadow minions

cloaked in sleepless attire

of disruption and unrest

with shards of frenzied thoughts