Sleepless

A short poem about not being able to sleep through the night

Sockets covered in dark,
Like soot from burning eyes.
The door slams with semblance,
Of the day's end.
Fall into bed,
With hopes of plunging into deep slumber.
Awaken with a glazed glimpse,
and realization it is still night.
Every other hour, time freezes,
So I may come to cold perceptibility.
Each rise followed,
By a begging plea of quiescence.
Thoughts turn,
Drilling the mind further into apprehension.
The sun breaks the horizon,
And the yearning for a reposed evening.
A torpid stand,
With a long breathless sigh.
Muffled day,
Followed by another sequenced plight.