Is it not morning yet?

Trials & tribulations
I think I’m gonna cry
I’m so sore & sleepy
I won’t tell you no lie

This plight I’ve got
Its got me beat
I am so cold
Can’t feel my feet

I need my bed 
To gain some heat
Ah well I’ll get back
On this seat

I can only sit 
on something hard
Infact best if I stand
I wish I had a doctor
With a remedy to hand

The tinnitus is off the richter scale
Thats just typical of me
It only gets like this
If I can’t get to sleep you see

My poems are usually positive
I’m so sorry for my moans
Once I get rid of this sciatica
I won’t be full of these groans ?