The night is never quite as dark, in the light of day.
The demons, mostly nocturnal retreat, as dawn holds them at bay.
Against all odds I find the strength like Potter and his wand,
To hold a steady course through seas with love and common bonds.
“This too shall pass” my mantra, as I’m besieged in the dark,
If only I could drift in slumber 'til I hear the sound of larks.
But the songbird doesn’t whistle for me, nor does it sing,
Instead, the sound of mindless chatter tolls a foreboding ring.
Insomnia a curse for many, and fatal for a few,
Awakens melancholy misery, it leaves me feeling blue.
So I rally in the sunlight and prepare for each new night,
Don my cloak of armour and count the seconds to first light.
