Vicious Cycle

I write what I feel. Not sure how to label this. Is this considered poetry?

The day stretches out before me like a sleepy cat waking from its nap.

Throughout the night an army of thoughts barrage my mind
Waiting for the breaking of day to erupt
Those thoughts seem so unimportant now

Clouding judgment,and burning, aching pain
possess the person I once was.
I search for the answers to solve this riddle that has become me, but there are none
Sleep eludes me with my eyes growing heavier with each passing hour.
Curse this undaunting pain that no treatment seems to ease
There is no end in sight
I struggle to keep my body still and my mind from wandering
Though it seems no use
The body's relentless movement parallels the never ending play of thoughts
Daylight feels like an eternity away
Although I am alone here,
there is solace in knowing that others share the long nights with me

The night stretches out before me like a sandy shore deserted by the ebbing tide.