I have suffered from insomnia all my life. Some of my earliest memories are of trying to sleep, the whole house is dark and quiet, and I was the only one awake. Someone asked me once why I was so afraid to go to sleep. I could not answer that question.
The night approaches
heavy-heeled and persistent.
Now, I grow restless.
This Haiku poem was inspired by the House of Haiku prompt “grow.”