Undone and Counting ( A Morning Poem)

Sleep will not come and relieve me

Of thoughts as black
As the inside of this night
When I count back
Over mistakes rewired as images
Of things long done and left behind.

And now I am no longer well

And count forward time remaining
To its logical conclusion
Of dignity lost and medicated pain
Leaving as a memory
So much undone
And the undoing of too many.