sleep, a lack thereof, and me - a poem by me

i am so tired
and yet i can not or will not sleep.
i don’t know which

for one thing, i hate sleeping
such a colossal waste of time
and we have so little of it
time, that is
and there is much to do that has yet to be done
at least by me

of course there’s also the many anxieties and worries
that gnaw at the back of my brain
throughout the night
oh, they’re not loud –
they chew with their mouths closed,
and yet i hear them –
the ocassional smack of the lips,
a belch or burp
or the scrambling over some new found morsel of my psyche

personally i would find the crap they eat poisoness
but they seem to do just fine
fears, regrets, concerns
just more grist for their meals

and so i can not or will not sleep
i am so tired