The Buzzing of the fan is more bothersome than a horde of angry bees

The courtyard light flickers as though there is a rave about to start in the woods

Silent and alone; getting angry and sad all at once; what an adventure

I tried counting sleep but that merely made me bored, not sleepy

I just wanna sleep but am bombarded with bizarre thoughts

It feels like such a waste to just sit and wait for sleep to come

I am sinking deeper and deer into a dark abyss of boredom

I cannot see where it ends nor remember where it began.

I am feeling as though I am finally about to drift off, but no

I hope in vein, I am doomed to be denied the delicious reward of sweet, sweet, sleep