How I long to sleep tonight
forget these thoughts
and rest
Ease my body free
of anxiety and worry
but the more I try
the more I fail
I fidget fast, roll in frustration
cursing my debt
and conversations that won’t end
Where are those waves of darkness
when will they wash my brain
Where is that tide of sleep
of empty-headedness
of ignorance
and bliss…
Six hours now
I’ve studied ceiling cracks
A new day hangs two hours away
when creeping up in me
come hunger-pains from hell
itchy hair and sweaty palms
I drop so close to sleep
then jolt back into the room
a cushion spared to shield my eyes
from that solar-flare
that blinking clock
And shadows climb
in my cold room
now the sun, it rises
soon so do I
not blessed with dreams
or ignorance
or bliss…
[2006]
Thank you for reading.
The Lighthouse 
Favorite lines: Six hours now / I’ve studied ceiling cracks 👏👏👏
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I’m glad you liked that. Funnily enough, that was the one line I considered changing before I posted it! (how weird!) I was going to elaborate on the ceiling cracks idea and turn them into river channels and flood plains (or something like that) but in the end I decided it said all it needed to.
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All of your stuff is so relatable! The other idea sounds good too. Glad you kept this one though. ☺
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Thank you! 😊
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Superb. I guess this is where poetry can go once you mastered it to this extent!
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Too kind! Thank you Benjamin.
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Deserved. Truly.
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