Insomnia

A cycle of refutable logic
Beating me to a guilty pulp
Tired and emotional
Refutable becomes irrefutable.

A maelstrom of feelings
Disconnected thoughts dont linger
Long enough for analysis.
Like trying to catch rain drops.

The pillow over my ears
Doesnt smother the pattering
From inside my head
It just makes me sweat.

Sleep eventually comes
Never deep enough for rest
But enough to make my head ache.
With the morning comes coffee.
And insight.