…and rest my head.
I really must get to bed.
Later and later, I go to sleep.
When it’s time to get up, I want to weep.
Tired all day,
wakeful at night,
I close my eyes and hang on to my pillows,
but sleep wafts and billows,
far out of reach until the dawn,
when the alarm goes off and I yawn and yawn.
Then I could sleep, but it’s still denied,
by the need to get up, the need to rise
and go to work angry, weary and bleary eyed.