Nightshift

I can't sleep because I wanted to text a friend today. I can't finish the text because I should go to bed. Sleep is healthy for me, I say. Not texting them though will make me sad. They are dear, they are close. I could tell them. But this ain't the way I wanted, not the one I chose. Day and night feel haunted By the ghosts of chances lost. Will I ever end this gauntlet? I'd do it all, no matter the cost. A nickel and dime Some truth, just to cry An answer as to why And lastly My mind.