One fifty nine

A poem written at one fifty nine in the morning, about realisations

My mind is running on a treadmill
Sigh speeds exceeding my capability
Keeping me up until one fifty nine.

Thoughts that linger
Taking form of hopes and desires
Which ruin me and send me into relapse
Only at one fifty nine.

My mind plays this game
Relying on the energy that I try to conserve to breathe
Energy which is used for my heart to beat
Incessantly draining, redistributing vital strength
At one fifty nine.

Thoughts become hazy
Metaphorical feet tripping, stumbling
Until they drop and provide me sanity
Freedom from one fifty nine.