Insomnia

Through thunderous storms and oceans deep
I lie awake. I cannot sleep.

Lines and patterns fade in and out.
Interrupted ideas sing and shout.

Silent voices, miscellaneous minds.
So many choices of disaluded kinds.

Abstract peace is shattered by silence.
Colourful world with no more violence.

Many thoughts, none make sense.
Orchestral concerto in pounds and pence.

These words can really mean no more,
They create confusion of which I adore.