I’m struggling to sleep again

A train passes by in the dead of night

The barely audible hum reminds me of the London underground

My stomach rumbles

Producing a noise reminiscent of a soft growl of a bear in a distant forest

The near silence of the outside world

Contrasts the busy traffic between my ears

A solitary bird chatters, prematurely, as it’s nowhere near dawn yet

I wonder the purpose of their untimely communication

Maybe they are a feathered drunk, noisily journeying home

It falls silent again, their conversation exhausted

Had they fallen asleep, found their home

Or continued their stuttering way through the estate of trees

Another train passes, different to the earlier one

This one is longer and has a louder, cyclical rhythmic beat

Freight or passenger, types of goods, number of carriages

Unimportant questions pass by remaining unanswered

Crazy, it’s already 4am, crazy, it’s only 4am

I’m struggling to sleep again

Not sure if I dozed off or if time speeds up in the hectic nothingness

I become conscious of a more varied and busier level of bird noise

Activity similar to a household, prepping kids for school and adults for work

Or maybe a work group meeting, organising and planning their day

Irrespective of all of this, another day has officially arrived

Insomnia, the Lithium that recharges my battery