The Night Watch 4-30am Poem by James Tipp

Again I have the night-watch, my shift
Too many thoughts too many expectations
In the night-watch I sit alone, listening
The silence is deafening, the darkness complete
The fear of failure haunts you like a spectre.
Yet it is not in your experience,
No model to draw on to haunt you,
The fear is irrational, yet its this fear
That calls you to the night-watch
Beckons you to be awake
Promotes the tiredness that thins you out.
Success has its rewards, the night-watch is one
In the world called sleep you live your fears
Everything goes wrong out of control, disorganised
In the night-watch I write my thoughts
Trying to expunge the feelings of inadequacy
That drive my dreams, expose my fears.