Sleepless Night

A depiction of what it is like to suffer insomnia

The silver doorknob gleams in the moonlight, 

a beacon for my journeys to the toilet

A fan shuffles like waves on the shore,

my only chance of reaching slumber

How many times can a man pee in a night?

Soon enough I start to count

One, two, five,

why did I drink so many fluids today?

And soon enough my mind wanders, 

trivial matters absorbing my thoughts

"What if the bird really IS the word?"

"Are hot dogs sandwiches?"

I don't know how or when I drift off,

it just comes gently as a breeze

All i know is that it took too damned long,

and I'm not a patient person

Insomnia, you cruel b***h!