Insomnia Poem by Christa D

Heavy eyelids and weary muscles aren't sufficient,
Pills and puffy pillows have no effects,
Even the concert of yawns is meaningless
When the stubborn body is still lingering.
The moon is peeking through the gaps of the blind
To gaze at its reflection in my eyes.
My heart is blazing with wild emotions,
Since the shepherd of my passion is out of my sight.
When will the sun slowly rise out of its lair?
For, I can't wait to reach the source of my insomnia.