Once again, I have been robbed,
and that which I needed the most
is now in the hands of fate
My eyes have begun to self dilate,
unable to open and unable stay closed
I am hidden yet very much exposed
Sleep has somehow
become a dream of the past
I have been robbed of my senses
unable to feel or taste
anything other than
an empty space;
anything other than exhaustion
Perhaps I shall fall;
maybe then I will be able to sleep