Insomnia

Every night that I lay down to bed, I'm constantly bombarded with thoughts racing through my head; It’s the New York Marathon and everyone wants to win, The thoughts overlap each other, over and over they begin; There's no stopping these thoughts from running their nightly race, The loud music I play tries to limit their pace; Someday there will be peace inside my pondering brain, But until then my mind screams of the pain; The pain that I face every day that I'm living, I can never forget them, the thoughts so unforgiving; They make me remember every little thing that I've done, And force me to analyze the things that are to come; Every night there is a winner to this influential race, But other thoughts will surface and try to take its place; The race is never ending, it only pauses during the day, Then back to racing they must go, my failures trying to convey; The only thing I’m allowed is to let them run their course, Maybe one day they’ll stop, but this I cannot force. It’s my brains choice to stop, and let me get the rest, But that would mean I failed and couldn’t endure the test.