Twilight lover
Sleep hated me so much,
she fought with me all night long.
Sleep loved me so much,
she barely let me leave this morning.
Insomaniacal
These long nights are quite the burden –
wearing me down, tearing me down,
taking my sorry ass to town.
I need to get some rest, rest, rest –
need to creep, creep and get sleep, sleep
buried in covers so deep, deep.
Busy night
My tasks complete, I settle in,
quite long into the evenin’.
The bed is made, the laundry done –
the bills were paid (each and every one)
and I feel I can’t do any more
but try not to pass out on the floor.
Weary
I’ve got so much wear and tear
from being dragged here and there.
I’m a bit depressed,
and I need some rest,
or I’ll fall into despair.
Big black circles
There aren’t enough hours in the night
for all the things I want to do:
a medley of twilight delights
(and the sleep that I need too).
Dammit
Buried under my blanket
and sheets so soft and deep,
I remember, with regret,
that once awake, I can’t get back to sleep.
I should be sleeping
As the nighttime falls
I struggle to stay awake
and finish this task.
Is it still a good thing if
I no longer enjoy it?
Tired and achy
I feel like I am
teetering on the edge of
picking up a cold.
I know I should get some rest
but I’d rather stay up late.
A (wise) man of two faces 