Many night, I struggle with this insomnia
inability to sleep. It’s like a stinging bite
the itch does not stop. It just keep me
awake. I turn from one side of the bed
to the other.Suddenly I fall off the bed,
wanting to laugh, or yell for help or cry.
Instead I sit there in anguish! I untangle
myself from what feels like a cocoon.
But instead of a beautiful butterfly, an old
grouchy lady appears. I feel like a rag doll.
Finally the alarm clock rings. I hit it with all
my strength and get up and I give insomnia
an ungrateful handshake.

Faraway bombs are exploting black
smoke,and red fire are forever destroying
more buildings, odors of burning tires.
Young soldiers running in fear and innocent
children crying. Meanwhile in America the
flags are still flying half-masts everyday to
say good-bye to these courageous young
men and women. Wives, relatives and mothers
embraced themselves and cries desperately, when
the news are heard across the nation. Somebody
please help me comprehend why we have wars.