Deeply confronted by inner sleepless night
With a gluttony of tools to decompress
Involves checking on each and every flight
That spinning soul splits into major plight

Comfort sought through rolling waves
Routed by minor rudder after quick respite
And major vessel sank with no save
When to be dry was all the bait craved

Oblivion awaiting rocky crests
With useless cups filled far beyond spill
Even though beds empty of any dress
No amount of resistance will end cracking stress

Failing hands gather floating fronts
While throwing together any machination
And survive the waters growing dispossess
To re-calculate this disordered cognitive obstacle