under the blanket

Insomnia is back to haunt me. Yet another night to get through with my eyes wide shut...

Things
There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these
miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected;
there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for
thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things
come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking
worse and worse and worse.
-- Fleur Adcock