The Sickly Insomniac

The sickly insomniac
sits in a dimly lit space
in front of only a screen
hoping it sources a revelation.
The sickly insomniac
has no scale of time,
it comes and goes as it pleases
with no bearing nor destination.
The sickly insomniac
slouches ever so slightly,
back pains ever so common;
consume: Nyquinacteaminophol.
The sickly insomniac
finally goes to bed
and the dreams appear,
no rest for the weary.