Insomnia

I'm very tired, I want to go to sleep

And yet, it seems that as I lie in bed

The fruits of rest I cannot seem to reap

I guess I'll write myself some stuff instead

I wonder if it's wise to spend this time

On writing sonnets in the dead of night.

Just iterating uninspired rhymes

I guess that one might even call them “trite”

This time would be much better spent on rest 

Yet I'm afraid that may not be a choice.

While this scenario is not the best,

If I can find a rhyme, I will rejoice.

If I complete this couplet, I may keep

my sanity intact, if I can sleep.

Why, yes, this was written on the same night that I wrote one of my blog posts about sleep deprivation. The second one, if I remember correctly.