Insomnia Poem by adam reed

Dead things come back to life and haunt me
Memories taunt me
Playing an endless loop of how life could be different
If I hadn't met someone or made a different decision,
I could be living a life where I could sleep peacefully
My mind is restless
It tests this tasteless, selfish depression
Repeating the same nightmares like it never learned its lesson
I practice relaxation techniques that are supposed to counter stress
my mind goes vacant on me but that feeling stays in my chest
like Im dizzy inside with my heart heavy and sputtering
it gets hard to breathe and my thoughts come cluttering
and finally when I work my brain to death
I close my eyes and get but a moment's rest