People don’t appreciate how a comment or a dig,
Can easily be the difference between a full night or no sleep.
What may seem minor to you, can feel major to me,
When your tired and worn out and suffering and weak.

Why do the small hours pass so much quicker than a day?
And you’re too tired to do anything, productive or play.
Berate the clock and curse the worry, that keeps you awake,
Without a care for the time – or your money.

‘Sleeping’s a fools game’ you convince yourself when,
You’re trapped in the moment, a zombie amongst men.
But in reality you achieve nothing bar frustration and pain,
Anxious, self-deprecating, sun rises…I best go to work then.

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