Insomnia of Grief (A Poem)

The dark between the hours

2 AM and 5 AM

is a little bit colder.

The minutes in those hours

somehow can feel longer.

The silence:

heavier.

This time of night is reserved

for unfortunate people

whose minds are rejecting rest.

With hands rubbing weary eyes

that are refusing to shut.

With loud hearts:

pulsating.

Their thoughts hold unchecked power

mixing sleep deprivation

with unfathomable hurt.

They are burdened completely

with ugly truths and fears.

Their struggle:

unyielding.

The only hope that exists

flickers in and out of view

fighting to stay in focus.

Deficient sleep or morning

is the only promise.

A new day:

approaching.