The switch

When sleep simply refuses, to quietly carry me away,
My mind full of thoughts, purring along as if it’s day.

To end the endless, flip the switch no one can,
I listen to my breathing, relaxing as per plan.

The hands of the clock, pushed or pulled along,
Past and future they split, precise and never wrong.

Is the time of night really, meant to sleep and forget?
Was it decided just to, make me miserable in bed?

Up again, making tea, a mug, soothing and hot,
Pain is everywhere, also in places it should not..