Insomnia: word poem

Insomnia

sounds as though you've gotten in to
something though really you're just out--
of luck, or bed;
maybe your mind.
but you could be in, too, between
the sounds and sights that slip and slide--
they surround you-
or they seem to-
they're never really there at all.
there's nothing ever there at all
insomnia
is never so attractive as
when the night is tense and throbbing
like a blister
ready to pop.
you're left to stare at the ceiling,
to wonder if it's safe to shut
your eyes and sleep.
it never is,
or so you say when you breathe out;
when the first thing you breathe in is
insomnia.