I think I'll post my poetry here, so it can be read without having to download a file..... here's my first.

Insomniac

The night wears on,
With weary tread,
My head is heavy,
So far, my bed.
My eyes pried open,
Staring wide.

Thoughts race by,
So too does time:
Against myself
Committing crime.
Why can't my
Mind at last
Be still?

My body aches.
My eyes are dry.
The sun arises,
In eastern skies.
The night betrayed
By my lack of sleep,
Trudge out the door,
No time to weep.

This horrid pattern,
A returning act.
It brands me still:
Insomniac.