Farewell to Sleep
What have I done?
I'm wide awake.
Sleep used to visit at nine
and stay until morning light.
But now,
Sleep only visits in catnaps and quick winks.
It's three am--
I'm trying to sleep,
but all that comes to mind
are distant memories--
some fun, but mostly painful.
All I can think about
is how time is slipping by,
and I can't stop it from going.
I watch the clock spin
waiting for the sun to rise
so that I can start a new day--
new tasks to complete,
new memories to make,
but the same burdens to bear.
What did I do
to make the night
fare me well
and walk away,
never to be seen?
This poem is about:
Me