Silence at 3am

by Hayden Ruben

When the world is asleep,
I am awake.
Insomnia is a monster.
A black cloud,
That eats melatonin
By the handful.
I want to sleep.
I just can’t.

It’s been seven years since I slept well.
I’ve forgotten how it feels
To be well rested.

But it’s almost worth it,
For how quiet the world is,
While it sleeps.
How dark it is,
While the sun rests.
To know the moon understands,
And keeps you safe,
Even if it can’t gift you a dream.