Awake and wired

Even Allegri's Miserere couldn't send me there,nor could desiderata, 
Im still surveying the ceiling and watching the floor,
no matter how much I yearn and yawn nothing could remove or see me over.
I'm awake and wired and have been for a while,
I'm transfixed in my sweat I'm transfixed in the bed,
Then I'm making fitful forms and crude contortions whilst I try to get comfortable and come,down,but there seems no end to this.
I'm now somniphobic this is not a place of sanctuary anymore,it's been stolen from me,
That peaceful ambience has been replaced by dibilitation,
Now a,creeping sensation is all i have,
A creeping sensation is getting to me.
How i long for the elusive how i long to be levitated,
I just want to spread eagle  and stretch but I'm cowered in the corner,curled up in a ball,
my circadian rhythm has messed up and won't reset itself and Dymphna is no where to be found.

A Thearta production*
2021