Sleep
It’s the one thing I want
More than anything right now
Isn’t it?

Instead I lie awake
Wanting nothing more than
To cry myself to sleep
Why?

I muse over this thought
Silently
Writing disjointed thoughts down
To the sound of silence
The sound of the rest of the world
In slumber
While I write, pen barely visible
My only light the red glow
My clock switching away the minutes

11:57 the light is dim

Oh how I want to sleep
but why, when I try to close my eyes,
do I feel the edge of tears?

Why, why can’t I sleep?
Much to do…should go to bed
But always the idea is worse than staying awake

When did sleep lose its appeal?
I could have sworn it was
What I desired most
But an hour ago as I
Exchanged words with phantom friends

Friends
They sleep while I write
I wish I could join them

Perhaps here is the
Heart of the problem
My friends sleep while I write
Why aren’t they here
To make me sleep?
They’ve all gone
Gone away

And now I lie awake
This night, the next night
Every night, eternity
I dread the end of day
Wishing there could be

Another way to rest
Spiritually perhaps
Mind and body sleep
Heart and soul sleep
Not cry yourself to it sleep

12:07 the light is dim

and still I write
go away clock, go away sounds of slumber
leave me to my tears, my dashed dreams
my fears

For if I cry myself to sleep
At least I sleep