I’m tired an I’m going to bed

I can’t wait to hit the sheets
flip my favourite pillow
rest a heart that bleats
for all the things, I cannot change

mattress meets
this stiffened form
eyelids fall
one last yawn
of the day

I dream
of night-times

my escape,
my companion,
my halfway house
the only way to clean the slate
of
this ebbing moment
away.

the now
and the tomorrow
the unknown
unfolds
the sweeping pass
the fallow folds
of the clock face
I am sand
graced in an hour glass,
being filtered

all my troubles
In a narrowed teat of time.

slowly it comes
and the racing runs away
I clutch myself,
cup hands as though to prey
heres to the invisible
and the lonely
bed rests rocking sway
if only
gently, gently the ticking
the doubt
and wound licking way
stops
and
anxiety meets the sandman

the gracing grip of day
has gone.