Delayed Sleep/Wake

Day Twenty-Six

I wake disordered. Sleep phasing out slow
as floe ice. As winter's late-waking light.
Sleep disordered. Waking late to barely know
the day. Draw myself delayed til night. 

I ache to sleep and barely sleep to wake,
disordered. Weighted, fazed and dreamt by day.
By night I calculate the lunar phase, 

lying low with circadian delay. 

 

My days are hopelessly enjambed. A stayed
sentence cut with melatonin disdain,
All sleep and wake disordered and delayed,
Forever made to suffer sleep's refrain.

 

Birds begin the day with songs of sorrow,
A hymn to mourn the dead; my lost tomorrow.