1.17 am

Pain predominates,
Sleep’s put on hold,
I stare at the screen,
And, let the night unfold.

My eyes are all itchy
My arse is quite numb;
While the pain burrows,
Deep into my spine.

Neck and shoulders,
They take secondary action,
As though in solidarity,
To my spine’s infraction.

My only hope,
Is for fatigue to take hold;
And, for the pain,
To admit that it’s beaten.

Yet, I don’t feel,
This’ll happen,
For some time yet,
So move over night,
And, give me room...