Here we are once again

As I sit in the dark typing this poem I look at the clock and think good god, ugh here we are again, 11 33 pm. My mind is going one thousand miles per hour, what is wrong with me?: Perhaps I like the sick abuse of not being able to close my eyes for a few hours.. I will sleep eventually, the eternal sleep For now, I endure 3 hours of rest for my eyes and hopefully, my mind will stop or slow down with the reflection of how I ended up here. I think of it this way, no rest for the weary or is it wicked?