The Light Burns

I am kept awake by my phone. I am kept awake by myself.

I glare into my phone
Its light burns me

The sun has sunken low,
Dipped beneath the horizon
The moon has risen in its absence
To fend off the dark light

I bathe in artificial white
My body aches but I cannot
Feel
Swallowed in this eternal fight
To sleep
Or to keep
until the sun returns
Two choices held in endless
Perpetual
Discord

Succumb,
My body whispers
The soft lullaby
It coaxes and lures with,
Desire.
My mind argues
It resists with terrible twists and a burning cry
The Desire of the body
Cannot win against an uncaring mind