Insommia

.
Sleep when it comes,
fizzes with sounds,
the cries of a child,
.
a car turns round,
the axe murderers voice,
the dark agony of hurt.
.
I roll and turn
to avoid it, the light
isn't on. Outside
.
is as dark as a mirror
on a lake with no moon.
A cup of tea helps...
.
in a dish with a spoon,
all sugar and honey.
"I want my Mummy!"