Sleeping Late

I am not sleeping well these days. I wrote a poem about it while out and about, trying to tire myself out so I could maybe get a good night's sleep tonight. This is that poem.

Sleeping late

I’m sleeping late these days

I’m not doing it on purpose

I swear.

Can we agree that it’s not all on me?

Can I get out of this slump

Cannot say for sure

All of my days start the same

All of my nights end the same

Anyone with a solution is welcome

Not every day ends up the same

Not every task list remains the same

Not every speck of hope is dashed

To all those who are patient; I say thank you

To all those who understand; I appreciate you

To all those who don’t; please bear with me.

So much for morning routines

So much for evening routines

So many failed attempts

Let me sleep

Let me take back control

Let me figure out what’s to blame

Everyone has these days

Each to their own

Eventually things will be better

Everyday I wonder if tonight will be the night

Every night it’s if tomorrow will be the day

Every thought happens at once

Problems circling in my head

Pushing the good thoughts down

Perhaps that’s the problem.

I am slowly but surely getting back into a proper sleep schedule. Life is unpredictable. What can I say? I hope you are getting enough sleep these days. Thank you for reading, and thank you for your time.