The Problem

restless eyes
beg anxiously for sleep
yet they continue to dart
back and forth
in a dance with the devil
across my iPhone screen
I am the problem
I am society


Unaided Sleep

Sleeping seems difficult
Since cutting right down
On the 3 wee pills an eve
Which allowed me to drown
Out all the aching thoughts
Cruel memories of each day
But now I surely feel better
In almost each and every way

The lingering symptom
Which has settled in to stay
Is the recurring inability
For my head to hit the hay