Vicious Cycle

Because I don’t sleep well at night, The urge to doze I cannot fight And so, in front of the TV, With shuttered eyes, I’ll often be. I never know how shows conclude And can’t remember what I viewed Yet when I wake, I haven’t shed My tiredness; I’m wired instead. And thus, when bedtime rolls around I toss and turn with thoughts profound Or worrisome or else absurd, My mind a cauldron, non-stop stirred. The hours tick by and sleep won’t come; My brain’s awake, my body numb. With luck, I’ll cave before the dawn And greet the morning with a yawn.