Insomnia

I cannot time's fleeting pages still
With my pillow's down feathery quill
Into stiff tonic cannot vapid space distill
Lingering shadows around hazed mind spill
Nor with prancing sheep monotonous scenes drill
As Little Bo Peep, I stumble about surrealistic hill
I fail to tranquilize my senses with sleeping pill
Only sappy tears from my sedated pores rill
Dreamy tunes do not my discordant heart beats kill
Stormy scences from day's tumult replay on mind's reel
Bleary night anthem of chirping crickets shrill
Pulsates through fastened screen, window sill