Insomnia in a serving,
I have it with a head full of thoughts.
Ready pen in hand,
contemplating where they should land.
Caffeine in a gulp,
unruly chatter in the background as soundtrack.
Landing words haphazardly in ink...
Scrawls and scribbles of what I think.
Coffee breath in a cup...
A delectable complement
to a favoured pastime.
Enjoying this very moment,
as I jot down this last flavoured rhyme.
— The End —