Rest did not come find me last night
Instead I laid wide awake staring at the ceiling
Now exhaustion sits on my shoulder
Smirking and taunting me
So I pop a coffee sweet
Bitter alertness rolls over my tongue
But exhaustion returns, a sly fox
Dragging my eyelids down, stealing my strength
So I take another sweet
This one just as bitter as the last
The day crawls by and once again,
The wold is getting fuzzy…
Another one swallowed
And soon, I’ll need to buy a new supply
(As sleepless nights siphon from my soul, caffeine’s the tape that keeps me whole. At least just for the day)