I do not sleep.
At night my mind is spry
And taunted till I nearly weep
And cry inside.

I've traded my eyelashes
For weighted bars;
I'm dreary as the day passes
And siphons my strength in jars.

When, at last,
I find my slumber,
I wake and crash
Like roars of thunder.

For, whether at noonday's height
Or in the hour of stars,
I dream of fright
Till I can feel the scars.

As it's born, a second dies
And I feel the pain;
Because when I lie & when I rise
I feel the same.