Night pulls at the light beckoning me,
A slave to this maddening monotony
Of wakefulness ‘midst my slumber.
Never questioning, I rouse
To political passions and news,
Anxieties of what ifs and what shoulds,
Reprimands of days past and hauntings of
Conscience and spirit.
Stuck in a lightning rod of
Clocks ticking and time passing,
An ever alertness and surge of adrenalin
Would have me run a 10K
And finish all that is yet to be done.
But purposefulness knows purpose
And time recalls the time,
So I rest in restlessness
And sleep without sleep
And end with mine numbing solitaire,