SLEEP MODE

Tucker Finn © 2010


I close the laptop
To the backdrop
Of my worries and fears
Lay my head back
On the fast track
To accounts in arrears

I squeeze my eyes tight
From the bright light
Shone on my weakest trait
Grind my teeth blind
While I unwind
As I self flagellate

I take a deep breath and
Blow it back out really slow
And pretty soon
Me and the Darkness
Will be good to go

And if I’m still low
I grab my pillow
To haul me up from the deep
Never mind death
Think of my breath
And try...try...
To get some good sleep