Sleep (poem)

It’s 11:33 UK time, and I can’t sleep.

It’s weird, sometimes I find myself nodding off in the middle of the day. Other times, I wonder how I ever slept…

 

Sleep

Sleep:

I’m not avoiding you, 

I swear.

But sometimes, just sometimes:

I believe we are enemies.

You evade me,

you entice me.

You end my days,

but you bring me new ones.

Is the death of a day,

the same as the birth of one?

 

Sleep,

are you a friend?

You bring me joy,

in my dreams.

You relax me,

you keep the world still

as I close my eyes.

Just

for

a

moment.

Will I ever sleep again?

Are you coming to get me?

 

Sleep,

are you a person?

Are you the strange blur

of a figure

in our dreams, 

running through the field of stars?

Or are you the stuff of

nightmares,

who creaks floorboards in the

night?

 

Sleep,

you are loyal:

every night. No matter what.

You give us the stars, 

so we may dream a little longer.

 

Image

 

 

Goodnight.

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