Mountains

Each night,

I fight,

A mountain so steep,

That I cannot sleep.

I wrestle these demons to the floor,

They lie there laughing wanting some more,

What more can I really say?

To make these devils go away.

Is there a cure for what keeps me up?

Will I ever be enough?

Will I sleep soundly for years to come?

Will I ever have to be the only one?

These are my mountains so tall and high,

Each night I ascend into the sky,

Fight the good fight, find an end,

Next night, you do it again.