Oscuridad inquieta (Restless Darkness)

Sleeping at night is no delight, 

where shadows whisper my deepest fright. 

Darkness unfurls, a silent war, 

how to calm this restless core. 

Summoning strength, I stand to fight, 

yet the battle rages through the night.

When sleep descends with quiet grace, 

dreams emerge, a tender embrace. 

Morning's glow dispels the plight, 

the sun’s touch, soft and light. 

In dawn's gentle, revealing light, 

I find my truth—sleeping at night is no delight.