Insomnia Poem by Paul Cornell

Time drags with slow frustration, the candles burning down to its core,
Pills and the port don’t help fix this problem just make my head feel swollen and sore.
Awakes evil twin has you clutched in his claw squeezing so tight you cannot breath,
And your thoughts flicker like a candle at night but consciousness won’t let you leave.
Your minds magician is learning how to open its darkest doors as paranoia enters the room,
You’ve stopped counting sheep and instead butchered them all in the hope the blood puts out the moon.