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

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