I'm being strangled by my bed
each fold so uncomfortable
wanting this restless night to end

I can feel all the hairs on my head knotting
as I try to claw my way to sleep
I can hear my brush plotting
from my bathroom sink

Each muscle cries out in irritation
the day's work holds it's grip
I sigh in fits of frustration
if only sleep I could skip

nights are longer for a nervous soul
counting hours until we wake
anxiety takes it's toll