A Full Night's Rest

I don't feel the same way I used to.

It’s two fifty three in the morning again

and once again I'm on the couch, realizing

I just threw away a full night’s rest.

Even though I know it’s useless, I drag

myself upstairs and into bed, hoping to

continue whatever dream I just left and,

inevitably, will never

return to.

At three twenty one I’m still awake,

wondering why my body decided

to disrupt my rest in the first place.

I know I wasn’t in bed, and I know

that I maybe wasn’t in the best

position, but I was resting fine up

until that point and now I’m awake. I

feel I deserve something. It doesn’t work

that way.

Five o’clock. I won’t be going back

to sleep. I stare at my ceiling and try

to pass out knowing its useless. Too

early to do anything but too late to get

any rest. I didn’t do anything wrong.

But life just sometimes says that tonight,

You won’t get a full night’s rest.