I go to sleep

When things get bad

I escape to a dark, forgetful nothingness

Where time and place

And people of importance

Don't exist

Where I can dream of happenings

That hold no relevance

I can simply shut down

And disregard real life

That seems too real as I rest my head

I curl up like a wounded child

With a blanket as my forcefield

Shelter from cracked tendrils of sorrow

That draw salt water from my eyes

I go to sleep to flee from mortal woes

And sometimes, in the seconds before I slip away

I silently hope I never wake.