Imp

Insomniac
Imp awaiting
Is it sleep you’re
Contemplating?
Close your eyes
Do your best
Calmly take
Much needed rest
Nearly relaxed
Heaven forbid
It chews on
An eyelid
Befuddled brain
Screams sleep
Where’s one
Measly sheep
That imp has
Eaten them all
Gluttonous, spitting
Out cotton ball
Such unholy pest
Just little rest
No way in hell
On needles
And pin
He’s gotten
Under your skin