Lonley Nights Poem by Whitney Koehler

As I lay still in my bed, I can not sleep once again. As I look over to the big red numbers staring back at me, taunting me. The minutes pass like hours. I lay very still trying to fall back asleep. Praying to God to give me some answers. I lay awake as the silent night sinks in. I hear nothing but my own heart beating, and the breaths I take. These Nights happen so very often. These nights are the Lonely Nights...