Sleep is so elusive as he ponders on the pain,
his late night friend has come to chat again;
like a Watson to his Sherlock they rehearse the same old clues,
yet the motives of the lady for the pain that she inflicted still eludes.
Did she really take a bribe or was that just another tale,
could it maybe be as simple as, she no longer felt as he still felt?
Oh his wretched friend, insomnia, must he visit every night,
maybe if he locked the door, put out the lights;
maybe he would…..maybe he would……maybe he…may..be..be…zzzzz
-Donald R. Sansbury, 2013