Poem: Lull

I’m writing poetry hoping to lull in a night of sleep,

yet the brain waves are running, the stress too deep.

I know I’m not supposed to look at my screen,

the blue light is harmful to my REM so it seems.

I thought the need for distraction was part of the old me,

but here I am again, scrolling reels, while wishing to be free

It’s addicting, an instant reward and community space,

please, instagram and tik tok get out of my face!

I’m trying to sleep, put the phone away,

mind over matter that's what the experts say.

Yet when it's time to bid the thoughts adieu,

why is it so hard for my mind to stop, rest, and be through?