Modern Plague

 * modern plague *
Tired with wrestling snakes
Trying to net sleep escaped
Wearier than Solomon
In more pain than Jonah
Run off your feet by normality
Broken by the jolting wakefulness
Sun glares angry and sharp
Cuts through half closed lids
Tears your thoughts asunder
Pillages sense of well being
This vessel empty of rest
Flinching broken stringed puppet
A jaded modern being
Of cubed offices and LCD complexion
Estranged from Nature's rhythm
Hovering on brink
Of madness or narcolepsy.