Another night spent in a chair
Silently at the TV I stare



This thing I fight has robbed my life
Taken the pleasure of sleeping with my wife




As I doze off briefly in my chair
I silently reach out, but no one is there




It is a cruel thing this disease
Taking away whatever it please




The one thing I won't allow it to take
Is my faith, I won't succumb to that fate




For whatever it takes away
It can never take away my ability to pray




And the one thing I know to be true
Is my Father in heaven loves me, and you




So when I reach out into the night air
Although no one human may be there




I know and feel Him beside my chair
He is, was, and always will be there




And so it goes, another night in my chair
Silently watching, in the light from my TV’s glare

Sobering stuff, brother jrepp! A tremendous poem!

Strong poem. I really like the fact that you don't say what the enemy is in this poem. It could be depression, addiction, or a physical disease... even the television itself. Because of the breadth of the scope of the problem a lot of people reading this will find it resonates.

And if this does reflect your current situation, you have our prayers.

Excellent poem. I really like it.

Awesome. On some levels I can relate. I too have insomnia, while my wife has what I would call the "sleeping sickness". She can fall asleep as quickly as her head touches the pillow. It's really quite incredible to me.
I hate to say it but I "covet" her sleeping ability.

Oh Good point, it looks like I've related my own affliction to you. You may not be talking about Insomnia at all. God be with you in your own struggle jrepp.