Whatever

2:27,
The time without time.
Seconds pass slowly,
Minutes are stuck forever
And Hours don’t exist.
What I am now
Is what I used to be
Before I became
this whirling vortex
Of vain existence
and the same sorrows
Ever persistent.
I fumble with the sheets
To no avail,
Sleep doesn’t come easy to me
Not at night, at least.
When in doing my chores
It comes sudden
And treats me like a whore.
I think of my past romances,
Friends I made
The ones I lost
Not forever, I hope.
But it’s still pointless
This unreasonable pursuit
Of a good night’s sleep.