Sleep depravation

Midnight, maybe later,
Insomnia sets in.
All to quite and no hope
Of rest and at best I shut my eyes
To keep the light out.
Slumber, my friend from days of old,
Why have you forsaken me so?
Worry my friend anew,
Why do you seek me now?
That dog, that wretched dog,
Needlessly barking, unnecessarily
Shouting out warnings.
And yet, tonight he’s my only companion.
The only one willing to stay up with me
Conversing, sharing his fears.
Hush;
He’s fallen asleep.
Listen.
What do you here?
Quiet!
All is quiet.
And that is precisely the problem.
I should be snoring.