Sleep is torture
With light I doze
The pull of slumber getting stronger
My hopes rise for a restful night
My eyes start to close
The cool blanket of darkness falls
Peace fills my mind
Sleep beckons and calls
Then my thoughts awake
mind becomes a battlefield
It becomes a mistake
Hours of endless suffering
as I toss and turn
The sheets feel rougher
They only make me yearn
I beg for that rest
That dangled before
It feels like a test
I just want to restore
As the clock ticks by
The numbers a constant reminder
I just want to cry
It’s a code I can’t decipher
The list of future failures is growing
There's nothing to be done
Only foregoing
The light clicks on
All goes quiet
Again, I doze
my mind starts a riot
About the Creator
Stranna Pearsa
A long time ago I discovered the beauty and magic of the written word. The escape it provided when I was trapped was invaluable to me. It is my goal to provide that gift as it had been bestowed upon me so many times by so many others.
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