If This is What a Cluttered Nightstand Says

If a cluttered nightstand says a cluttered mind,
What truths does an empty one speak?
I’ve books piled, they claim reading ‘tires the eye’,
Though i’ve still not slept in weeks.

I’ve attempted all the remedies,
that Google could tip;
Now I pose the question;
How much herbal tea, can one man sip?

I am one sleepless night
from my brain turning putty,
And a mouthful away
from becoming Manuka Honey.

It’s like every waking minute,
I lose sight of my dreams,
With being awake to see
bedroom blinds break the sun into amber beams.

Now I have decided to befriend
that early hours shade of black;
Having spent so long staring,
That it started staring back.