By day, we work, raise kids and fight
Against all forces evil and chaotic
And mostly we sleep like dead at night
Content, unworried and exhausted

Some nights, awake, we pace the rooms
Or load magazines compulsively
Wondering when the fight will come
Or if we'd surrender without trying

When friends are asleep to email or phones
When favorite books don't comfort at all
Then angst comes, sees and conquers
Thus triumphs again insomnia

My friends are asleep, resting easy tonight
Deaf to the panicked cries of my heart
Raindrops drum on the roof outside
I crawl into bed feeling worked up

Six in the morning, I fall asleep
To nasty, apocalyptic dreams
To nightmares rare and bloody
Which reality has inspired

Someday I will sight my demons and then
I shall rest unmolested once they have been slain
The only reminder of the potent past troubles 
Will be their heads, stuffed and mounted