An entry regarding insomenia

To Sleep

They save me,
or passed day will shine
Upon my pillow
breeding many woes
Save me from my curious conscience,
that still hoards
Its strength for darkness,
burrowing like a mole;
Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards,
And seal the hushed casket of my soul.

- Keats

"How hard will tomorrow be, if I don't sleep tonight?"