Insomnia

I am unable to sleep
My eyes are near to death
When I sleep, tragedies abound.
The sun has been put out,
And the swans have been murdered.
I'm afraid of what it means -
It has been consistent.
Nothing like gold plated sidewalks,
Or food to serve the world.
It has been cruel fates,
Blood stained scarves,
And audible gunshots.
I fear that the world will come to that -
It's getting closer.
These vivid nightmares seem so true,
Like prophecies that foretell the future.
I don't even think I want to see anymore.
I don't want to sleep either.
It only brings pain to others, and not me.
I don't think I'm dying.
Or am I not sane?
Wonder what would happen if I had just one,
One good nights sleep, a dream perhaps -
Maybe the world would be in less suffering.