Fighting Sleep

I should have stayed in bed
much longer and dozed
the morning away.

My brain is dead.
My eyes half-closed.
I'll be sleepy all day.

Already, in my mind,
I'm telling myself
I'll get an early night.

It won't happen.
Around midnight
I'll get a second wind.

What a fool I am.
I'll still be writing at 2 a.m.
Tomorrow, like today,

I'll find I'm fighting
sleep. It's a pattern
I keep repeating.

Fighting sleep. Sleep
fighting. It's a pattern
I keep repeating. Fighting

sleep...