Insomnia

I wish,
I knew,
what is haunting me,
in my sleep.

Every night,
the same old story,
in the middle of the night,
tossing and turning.

It might be,
the heavy breathing,
of my lovely wife.
Or my cat, snoring in my ear.

Maybe it is,
my sorrow, my fears, or
it may be my
bad conscience.

It is not,
that I'm not tired, or
that my bed is burning.
Waterbeds don't burn.

There is a voice,
in my head, that says,
"Wake up! You've got
Insomnia."