Sleeplust
You know the nights
where your eyelids droop--
but you don't fall asleep, no,
(you could only wish),
instead you're just numb.
You lack the motivation to keep them open.
They’re the nights that you know
you won’t be getting any rest
so you stare at your alarm clock
aggressively bright lights,
blinking in you face.
They're still flashing from when you unplugged it
trying to stop time.
You know those nights?
This poem is about:
Me