Insomnomania

Midnight mochas
Beethoven's Fifth
Another sleepless night at the keyboard

Mild Seven Boxes
A mountain of ash
The wintry draft croons lullabies

Late-morning ramblings
The twisted ceiling
My eyes glued open as dawn emerges

What am I to do?
My reserves are exhausted
I envy the cat for her effortless slumbers

The pastel sunrise
No longer my muse
My body aches for a coma