Got under the covers and two seconds later-
Snore.
I am beyond envious.
Who decided I should miss out on
that luxurious release,
god give me a peace
because I am always the fingers
tapping.
Counting, tap.
Naming, tap.
In my head complaining.
Then there’s the fear,
for years and years
it’s always been
hiding there behind the scenes.
Constantly, tap.
Give me the secret, tap.
Don’t damn well keep it.
Oh, I would like to know
how do you go
to sleep
like a switch?
When life’s a bitch.
Have you not thought it through?
Every angle. Every side?
What do you do?
When you switch the light off at the wall
that is not all.
You’re switching yourself.
Power down.
All clockwork but I,
I’m at fault as I lie
In the dark
all alone,
in my head
and my home.
The night is not good.
