Problematic Sleeping Poem by D. M. L. Catseye

a sleepless night.
awake, I can't fight.
every thought bounces into my head.
so I let them run
and every single one
rush around and give me pain instead.
.
give my bedroom
one last sweep
so everything looks like it's in place
get into bed
but don't feel dead
as I turn off the light at 12: 23
turn here, leg there,
til I'm tangled as best as can be
hand there, hair's too near
kinda warm- should I ditch the shirt?
uncomfortable, I am.
think about turning on the fan
so real quick-like I do
and the next thing I knew
was that my mind refused to sleep.