Chasing Slumber

Amidst the stillness of night,

I lay wide awake with no end in sight.

My mind races, it won't let me be,

My sleep schedule is a shitshow I think you would agree

In depressive phase, I sleep for days,

18 hours I waste, in slumbered gaze.

And when mania strikes, My neurons are set ablaze,

My energy high, but my body pays.

The night is where I feel alive,

But I know with this pattern I will never truly thrive.

Insomnia and bipolar, a dangerous blend,

My sleep schedule, I just can't seem to mend.

I've tried all ways, to fix this fate, but I always derail

Medications and therapy, it's all to no avail.

And yet I love the night, with its calming peace,

But I know, it's only making my condition increase.

So I lay here, in this endless fight,

Wishing for a peaceful night.

And though I know what I must do,

It's hard to change, this habit so true.

So I embrace the night, and its quiet charm,

Hoping someday, my sleep schedule will find its calm.