Insomnia Poem by Edward Rhodes

You see, I do not sleep so well at night
And, in frustration, walk about the bed
And mutter to myself, bewail my plight
And meditate on all the things I said
And all the things I did, and, what is worse
I keep recalling what I meant instead
As I, once more, yesterday's deeds rehearse
These thoughts keep me from sleep, delay my dreams
Till waking hours, where they, like a curse
Deceive me once again, or so it seems
Such introspection does not serve me well
I am not free from these nocturnal themes
Or from the memories I cannot quell
And so, as I remain in darkness, fret
And pace around my room, as in a cell
Await the dawn, some hours remaining yet
No peace I find, nothing to bring respite
Or set my mind at rest, lift this regret
I know I have not done that which is right
You see, I do not sleep so well at night