2am

Scott Whitby, 2024

It's 2am

I'm wide awake

Thinking about things not likely

I want to fall back to sleep

It's a long time before I get up

And it just makes me sore

But knowing that doesn't help

Just wakes me so much more

That painting I can't finish

That imaginary clot

They all taunt

Oh yeah, that test I forgot

I'm not falling for it

I'm going back to sleep

There's no painting, clots, or a test

Nothing here to see

But I what about that lock, that door!

Cancer, fires, the cows are out

That thing I heard her say

No way to sleep, no way...not now