Bedtime

Another poem for you. You might notice a theme emerging!

Bedtime
by Patrick Shortall

Arrived at the end of the day

My life feels vaguely empty

I don't know what's missing

but I don't want to sleep

Of everything that's provided for me

How can I not have enough?

Poor in every way

except the ones that show

Educated, Satisfied, Warm, Popular,

Everything I need.

Organised, not stressed

Even comfortably tired.

Like the force pushing back,

The problems shift ahead.

I now know how to wake up

But I can't get to bed.

The gentle buzz of the laptop

The busy train outside

The blaring light above me

I'm cocooned in here to hide

Fall asleep without going to bed.