Insomnia Poem by james d nall,jr

So many things we take for granted
So little we really do appreciate
Ideas, like seeds, in my mind are planted
Resulting in my staying awake

Not something new, really an old malady
Causing me distress and a bad attitude
Making some think I'm truly crazy
While others give me more latitude

This demon called Insomnia by some
Has ruled my life for my adult years
Shortening my patience and temper
Instilling in most great fears

While this is really common in most
I....don't like it even one little bit
I've been a very unwitting host
Sometimes I'll even throw a fit

So...if its on the street we meet
And I don't seem my usual self
It means I've accomplished a great feat
Getting sleep from a bottle on the shelf