Sleep, It scares me. It allows my mind to roam. The white canvas sleep creates, Lets my mind paint terrifying pictures. Some are images retold, Others are oil-paint horrors.
Once asleep I am no longer in control, Sleep snatches the reins Jumps off the horse And watches it run wild Through puddles of memories And past feelings Then, explores new caves.
I am afraid of what sleep will let my mind uncover in it's frenzy of freedom.