Oh, sweet seduce of sleep.
I got so much done today,
yet I have done nothing.
For the soul
is restless and ravaging.
An irrepressible lust for Passion.
To create something that, for once,
in my time.
I can’t fall asleep – it is too silent
Too easy for exciting fantasies and
possible possibilities and
worthless planning and
to slither under these sheets, injecting itself into my bleeding soul.
I can’t fall asleep – too many voices
Please stop shouting past each other.
My heart is racing,
my eyes wide open but
I am dead.
Until the morning I am good enough
to do what I love.
To steep proud like the rich morning Sun,
but dawn never comes.