this is not a poem

insomnia is creepin' up on me again
this needs to stop.
constant buzz in my ears
something is definitely misaligned.
this physiological ride
does not even come close
to the psychological whirlwind
of my dreams and emotions
no, this isn't a poem,
it's a train of chaos that
erupts in small pulses
throughout my system
making pit stops at each junction
in our memories.
I've proven myself a doctor-to-be;
seeing this obsessor
through my observant lens.
i'm fascinated at how
something so trivial has decided to
occupy my thoughts
and grab the reins to my mood.
this is new, this is a first
and even though this is not a poem,
i'm going to embrace it*