Poetry to pass the sleepless night

I'm tired, but I can't sleep. So I made a poem to convey my problems.

A restless sleep.

I lay still, the damned clock ticking

The scars upon my wrist stinging

Each tick brings me further into the night

As the moon flies it's restless flight

Feigning sleep, the air is chill

Cold wind blows by the window sill

That damn clock is ticking still

And no closer am I to sleep

A pattern of thought with no true rhythm

Frantic memories, no nearer nor distant

That god awful pain making clear it's intentions

My demons clutching beneath the skin

But now it's fuzzy, the unsettled night

The ticking growing faint

Crazy thoughts lie still and light

And finally, I drift away

Shadows and fog fill my sleeping brain

Visions of the day it was taken away

Stifling dark, and his heavy weight

The fear and that god awful pain

I can never forget.