Starving Tiredness

I have some time on my hands
So I starving my tiredness
Hopefully to death
But he’s a resilient beast
On his varied diet
He seems to have adapted
To feed on all kinds of things
Including sleep; so just be careful
He tricked me into lying-in too long
And it just made him stronger
What a crafty animal
I have discovered
That he feeds on rest
More than on work or play
He thinks he’s so clever
Television; he drinks it in
His brain-take power-shake
But exercise kills him
A silver bullet
He’d do anything to stop it
So watch out tiredness
Your days are numbered
Maybe I will beat you into a coma
With my tennis racket

Tiredness

Tiredness has become my unwanted friend
My stay-awake soul mate
He dulls my days – bores me
And keeps me up at night
How can he do that
It doesn’t make sense but I’m too far gone to think
He moves my thoughts and ideas
And hides them, just out of range
He took my ability to remember quite how long he’s been here
It feels like ages but I don’t care
He stole that as well – my frustration and my patience
I used to have an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other
Now I’m not sure – I can’t be bothered to look
I just want him gone
But I can’t seem to stop feeding him
Is this a vicious circle
Who would think that tiredness was so active
So voracious – unrelenting and in my face
On my face; written in darkened lines
I wish he would fall asleep – then I would run away