angel of sleep
come to me now
though the plow of concern
furrows my brow
though tasks of tomorrow
bite at my brain
though incessant plotting
will not refrain
from making me run
alternative plans
yet again through my head
while the coulds and the cans
fill me with dread
angel of sleep
what will it take?
i took a pill
and i’m still awake
what is the dosage
to shut off my mind
from why-ing and if-ing
and “what will i find?”
from wondering what
i’ve left behind
if i’ll ever nod off
or must be resigned
to this limbo by night
and half-sleep by day?
where is the cure?
what can i pay?
angel of sleep
is it lag of a jet
or a demon of doubt
to whom i’m in debt
which caused restless reclining
while lying in bed
replaying a scene
or something i said
as the hours tick by
the minutes long sped
now lost in the deep
recesses of past?
oh angel of sleep
free me at last