he'd always been a sleeper
to that he would admit
never less than 8 a night
and then he'd snooze a bit
his love of sleep found him sleeping more
9, 10, 11
the alarm was useless to him
his dreams were that of heaven
but his health began to suffer
his weight began to slip
napping more, eating less
his mind had lost it's grip
he checked in with his doctor
then a sleep disorder shrink
they gave him meds and special beds
useless
so he began to drink
11 turned to 12
and twelve to 17
he only woke to have a drink
in the wasted time between
tuesdays were quickly fridays
just blurs when he awoke
catch his ghostly figure
in the bathroom as he'd choke
the gap was slowly closing
the last stitch in the seam
he'd stepped into his perfect story
his neverending dream
they found him with a book of poems
and a grin though he'd been taken
he'd circled in ink the final passage
'never to awaken'
something that came to mind after I caught myself sleeping too much