A Blunted Sword

My struggle with sleep.

Sleep

How I am

Beginning to curse you

With every foul word

I have.

Each night

Your ETA grows later

And shorter

In duration.

As the raccoon mask

Grows

Ever thicker

Around the eyes.

Except for

Our body sizes

And mass.

You could call us

Twins

Separated

At birth.

Despite this

Am surviving

Functioning

That's debatable.

Can feel

The pull of my pillows

Calling me

For another session

Of zzzzs.