poetic phase: between winks

These insomnia demons are overwhelming
They seem to feed me incessant tablets of eye openers
And yet they seem to flee at daybreak
Causing much misery to my visage and vigour

Funnily enough many yawns escape me
Hours before i could actually pass into slumber
Fatigued and drowsy, frankly
But they would not release their claws

I cry to be let out into the realm of dreams
To escape this harsh reality for aturn of the hourglass
To savour the rewarding state of unconciousness
But they would not let me.