Insomnia

A short rant about insomnia.

The pit viper's venom is no match for the silent rays
of unrest that torture me again tonight.
The madness that has slowly been pushed back
into its hellhole of injustice has sprung forth
like a fountain of mountain water. It quietly trickles
down into the valleys and over the ocean sand
until it is transformed into the beast of a sea,
chanting its siren songs to the unaware,
luring them into its grasp to gnaw on their soul for an eternity.

Yes, the pit viper's venom is no match for these silent rays.