Sonnet for the Habitual Night Owl

[abadoss]

So early in the morning light, I find
myself awake for no good reason. Here,
when I should be in bed, resting my mind,
I am awake when I should sleep, I fear.
I see my bed and hear my pillow's call.
I feel my legs and arms, oh, they do ache
and groan. My eyes, like thrown against a wall,
peeling themselves away. What a mistake!
Yet I can't sleep when I want to. I yearn
to sleep, but can't. I would be justified
in staying up if I were just to learn
to go to bed - not to keep my eyes wide.
Perhaps, one day, I might get better yet.
But first, I'll need to quit the internet...