To Sleep

To Sleep

The past invites me
Knowingly
Opens a door
To a gallery of what has been
A collage of tears, smiles and laughter
With a veneer of regret, happiness and achievement

The future beckons
Tantalisingly
Offers a glimpse
Of a canvas that is yet to be
A delineation of ambition, toil and disappointment
Mounted on a frame of dreams and determination

While

The present buffets
Mockingly
Tossing me and turning me
As I am afflicted
By yet another bout
Of
Insomnia