Yo-yo

My mind is up, my spirit’s down,

My brain is really going to town.

I’m fighting feelings, to refrain

from moonlighting, falling back again,

to a night-time shift that I dread.

Working through thoughts stalking my head,

trying to will myself out of this gloom.

Clock ticking, laying in my head-room,

hours drag on, darkness prolongs.

So many places my mind could be,

then held captive by this anxiety.