Insomnambulist

I’ve found the less I say,
The more I stay
Awake,
Afraid,
Or just away.

Some broken cog inside my head,
Scrawls each word left unsaid,
Heinously,
Haplessly,
And always too hastily.

I keep myself on alert these nights,
As though another hour just might
Release,
Ordain,
Explain.