Fatigue Drives me

I cannot sleep, and so instead I write
Things go wrong and I cannot fix quickly
I constantly weep, but no quick solution

But I am attacked by things I cannot bite
Germs with no respect for my great ability
I cannot forgive the bugs for their intrusion

I want to tell them get out right of my sight
Leave me alone and watch their futility
But on this sad, dire extreme occasion

There is nothing to be done, it’s all a fright
Out of my hands, control, completely
Instead I watch, naked against the invasion

Watching as my son’s body isn’t right
Knowing I am weak, I stand helplessly
Seeing him weaken in my eye’s vision

My son, I try again and with all my might
To fix your health, your strength, vitality
Making you better my life’s mission

Late, very late, well into the night
I find myself thinking, questioningly
Needing to find insight, intuition

Instead I find, constant nothing, despite
My best efforts, again I sleep shortly
Knowing your unstable condition

And yet each night, I think of your plight
Trying to achieve a new approach you see
I love you son, I wish I was a magician