Its Late
or early
there’s no difference anymore.
Sleep is a ghost that taunts,
a memory that haunts,
and a feeling that I can't quite remember.
I move towards it,
never getting closer
always the same distance away.
I want it,
badly,
my eyes
are heavy,
but still
its too far out of reach.
I can't ignore this.
I can't rest.
Too many thoughts,
too many feelings,
rocking me at my core.
All I want to do
is lay down,
close my eyes,
and drift off
into a deep
sleep.
Where all my problems
and worries,
cease to exist,
if only for a few hours.