O’ the Lullaby of a Sleepless Night

O’ sleepless night—how have you claimed my attention for far too many hours, as life reveals its struggles during tiresome quandaries spent fighting sleep.

I greet each new day’s expectations with excitement, dragging myself out of bed, even as tired eyes force restless lids to deceive my perception of a time well spent.

O’ sleepless night—worrisome thoughts cause me to ponder deeply what feels possible, as my life races through my mind, determined to succeed.

Perhaps I should seek the calming mediation of a tranquil time before lying down to ponder sleep.

O’ sleepless night—how you dominate my mind with nightmares, when monsters creep around the hippocampus with ghastly ideas that cause plenty of fright.

I rest my head anywhere to prepare for life—on a concrete sidewalk, a meadow full of flowers, or a soft pillow that leaves the impression of my scalp.

O’ sleepless night—when I lie awake, I can never remember a night truly filled with the comfort of perfect timing, as I toss and turn, obsessively frustrated in my pleas for sleep.

I shall soothe the restlessness that keeps me overenergetic in inescapable vitality—watching the seconds on a clock that carries me through a night’s entirety.

O’ sleepless night—I surrender to the hope of a wishful belief, as the Sandman, a good night reminder, lullabies me in his agony.

Darn you, conscience weighing on me. I refuse to lose sleep over this. Now, I forgive a tired old soul seeking peace of mind, as boredom reclaims the hours lost, wasting not another moment of my precious time.

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