Insomnia Poem by Bill Cantrell

My kingdom for one grain of sleep;
The spell of the sandman's timeless curse
Counting meds jumping over the fence,
soundscapes congeal into one long dirge
A sunset is kissing the day goodnight,
see the Sun getting ready for bed
The bags are bursting under my eyes,
sleep, the vulture, circles over my head
Now I lay me down to sleep,
are all those words of any worth?
Grasping at straws in the desert of hope,
such is the spell of the sandman's curse