Vicious Cycle

Because I don’t sleep well at night,
The urge to doze I cannot fight
And so, in front of the TV,
With shuttered eyes, I’ll often be.

I never know how shows conclude
And can’t remember what I viewed
Yet when I wake, I haven’t shed
My tiredness; I’m wired instead.

And thus, when bedtime rolls around
I toss and turn with thoughts profound
Or worrisome or else absurd,
My mind a cauldron, non-stop stirred.

The hours tick by and sleep won’t come;
My brain’s awake, my body numb.
With luck, I’ll cave before the dawn
And greet the morning with a yawn.