In Which I Compose A Reluctant Hymn

The Bitch Goddess has found me once again.

Insomnia makes herself right at home

At inconvenient intervals, like when

I need my brain to focus. O please roam

Elsewhere tonight! What kind of sacrifice

Would you accept, maleficence, tonight

To leave me be? I'll pay most any price

To sleep well once this week. You heard me right --

Or would if you were listening to me.

But all you want to hear are helpless moans

From those you hold in thrall. But soon, you'll see

My body will conspire with me. My bones

Shall sink deep in the mattress and I'll drop

Beyond your reach. But really, can't you stop?