Therapy Bits

When silence rules, my thoughts refuse to rest,
Each shadow lengthens, whispering its demand.
The weary hours press heavy on my chest,
Yet sleep withdraws, elusive as the sand.

I chase the dark with half-remembered dreams,
But wakeful currents drag me back to shore.
The ticking clock unravels time in streams,
And still my mind invents a thousand more.

O night, thou keeper of the hidden flame,
Why mock my body with thy cool embrace?
I beg for mercy, yet the hours remain,
A ceaseless march I never can efface.

Till dawn relieves me with its tender hue,
I wear my sleepless vigil, worn yet true.