Can you sleep?
Thoughts to deep?
Cavernous cranial storms
Giving my dreams many forms
To much activity to rest
Even though sleep would be best
Devoid of rest I grow numb
My sanity is starting to succumb
Transforming me to a nocturnal beast
Growing claws in preparation for a feast
Deliciousness sets in, am I growing fur?
My vision is starting to blur
Primal urges are acted out
Now I’m hunting about
The air is charged, soon there will be lightning
I fly into a rage that is frightening
Pouncing on my soft plush prey
Crushing it beneath me so it can’t get away
Consuming it I finally find rest
I awake to sun coating my human nest
Still clinching my prey I rub my eyes
I release the pillow and watch the dun rise
Every night insomnia takes me somewhere new
But honestly I’d rather sleep an hour or two
Poetic Ice