Sleepless Nights poem

Staring at a ceiling,
a blank canvas.
One continual flashing light,

one continual thought
circling
go away thought

Did I lock the door?
who cares it's 2 am
But did I lock the door?

Gets up
lays back down
fumbles phone

Did I lock the door?
Robbers are sleeping now,
are murders sleeping too?

Ugh!
Stretch,
Doors locked.
Turns on a movie.