Insomnia

Out of bed I creep;
Never could I sleep.
For when I am awake,
The unreal comes to play.

Whispers there and here
Fall upon my ear.
Musical instruments
Play with my temperament.

Why can't I get some rest?
Always put to the test.
Never really alone,
They try and follow me home.

1 AM on the ward,
But I'm never bored.
The music played is haunting,
Whispers startling and jaunting.

Why must I use the crayon?
I just want to lay down.
I just want some sleep,
Yet out of bed I creep.