Sleep

Is it that yesterday is gone?
Only left for me to reflect and reminisce
Or that today will be another wasted hour from 24
Surely it is tomorrow, where the future is unknown
Then again, I am certain it will amount to nothing

With notes repeating of static from the radio keeping me entertained
I lie;
Curled, side, face down and flat
Either way, my eyes would not close with ease

Blankets on top, under, beside
Caught awkwardly between my arms, as if hugging
Surrounding tightly, as if being held
Clung closely between my thighs for support
I am still awake, staring

My stomach growls
Exerting energy, trying to sleep
Turning to my clock,
I count down the minutes till sunrise

Up for 18 hours straight, the long hand reaches the 19th
Unable to rest, with rings under my eyes
I reach up to grab the morning air
Preparing myself for today, overlooking my uneventful try
Hoping next night for tonight’s sleep