Tick Tock, By Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

I cant find slumber
At this overnight hour
Tick tock
The time devores

Wait a second insomnia
The pillow my enemy
The tv
Incumbers

The late night comics
Usually put me under
The anticipation
Does not hinder

It’s a minute
Then another
I toss and toss
Over and over

Those wool carriers
Are of no help
Fleece time from me
No recovery

My cats both asleep
Dreaming of pouncing
Tick tock
The clock denouncing

Pacing on
Relentlessly
I’m jealous
Of their serenity

Curled up
Side by side
Of my desire
The clock wont abide

At least they’ll rest
And wake up fresh
Tick tock
This night’s a mess.
(end)

An obvious poem about my insomnia. I look at my cats in peaceful bliss and am jealous. Usually by trying to deliberately stay up for the late night shows I fall asleep and miss them because I am trying to stay awake, if that makes sense. But sometimes that does not work, and I end up not being able to sleep at all, but not because of the tv or anything, but anxiety for feeling stupid or feelings of being judged, even if irrational, keep me awake.