Hypersomnia

Stone eyelids rise slowly to reveal bloodshot corneas agonizing over and over again to remain open.

To make it out of bed this time without falling back asleep (naturally to no avail).

Every layer of blanket softer and warmer

than the last, wrapped around my form in a cozy coffin of my forgotten to-do list. Nothing but rest will be accomplished today

while my mind rolls around a rock tumbler. 

A pendulum swing between slumber

and continued semi-consciousness.

An unbalanced schedule for the

chronically asleep, trudging forward 

to drag themselves out of a daze.

Desperation and guilt formulate

within my fragmented dreams,

latent with confusing imagery that 

makes me subconsciously question

the reality of my hypnotic existence.