The Astronomers Last Words (An abundance of poems)

Insomnia

The sun rises faster than anticipated.
Your red eyes and anxious antics prove to simply be over frantic.
Your breaths are uneven and it's too late to sleep now.
The moon your lover misses your finger tips and that hurts more than the hits
People say you look sick and they're right, you are.
Insomniac at heart and a mind to match.
Medicine that leaves you itching for normality.
This is your reality.
Three days without a wink of sleep.
Grades fall unlike your eyes.
Your hands constantly moving like your mind.
Creativity at its peek but at the cost of sleep.
Paralyzed permanently by the paranormality of this fatality.
You get more done at the same time getting sick of the sun.
The everlasting complicated consistent sun.
The sun that reminds you that your time to be normal has ended
The world awoken and you without a single rested moment.
Chaotic worries without a moment of silence in this world.
And when you finally get that silence.
You thank the sun for coming back again.