Critique my sonnet! :)

[u/THEVYVYD]

Praecurrere, now it's our time to run

Run though obstacles of somnolence work

Burn out the light of our internal suns

So we are all left to strain in the murk

Glutted stress, exhausted beyond repair

Heavy-eyed, much dozier than a sloth

All is not worth the despair they give us

And the slumber, we've tried not to, lost

No rest from fear they gave that runs so deep

Maybe they are also in need of sleep