It stalks us each day, wanting to consume
Wishing to take us, having
A hold,
A grip,
To take us to that place of
Fear,
Horror,
Sweats,
We may fight it, struggle
But it is like hunger,
We may fight it, but it will win every time.
For some it is
Happiness,
Release,
Relaxation,
It is that which takes us all
Like death, but temporary
It consumes half our life
This cousin of death,
Not eternal but called sleep.