Idle (Poetry)

As darkness fills the sky, Thoughts of closing my eyes. Unconscious. Rushing. So many tasks in need of accomplishment. Unproductivity. It's within my system the entire day. Occupied with mental obsessions  aiming to feel at ease. Sober.  In just a minute. Suppression.  It won't work.  All the nerves in my brain,  they seemed not it their respective places.  Turned on the computer.  Fixing your face from the effects of the frown.  Smile.   At the back of my head is the opposite of what's being displayed.  Idle. I couldn't think properly.  Chores aren't done.  Back at the first line above.  Dinner.  Not that much.  Can't hardly chew.  Writing.  Can't keep words altogether.  In bed.  Closed my eyes.  Took some deep breathing.  Drowsiness.  Yawn. Sleep.  In the morning.  Eyes opened.  Stress levels escalate.  Issues.  Prayed.  Same routines.  Same stresses.  Second stanza above.  The next day.  The entire content.