The Importance of Sleep

The numbers on the clock seem to mesh together

In my hazy view that won’t focus

3 turns to 4 and 4 turns to 5

I watch the minutes tick up and up

Numbers somehow mean nothing to me

After so many hours have passed

But when the clock resets in the morning

I know I will feel as if I am running out of time

Instead of having too much to count

I put on my glasses

But my vision is still blurry

From my drooping eyelids

And lack of sleep

The screen has no words

Only squiggles and lines

I’m sure I’ve read them before

But I can’t quite comprehend

So many slippery sentences

That are hard to grasp

As they fall from my phone

And into my eyes

They mean something

Don’t they?

What was I studying?

I check my blaring screen

And see through blurred lens

Ah, the importance of sleep