seeping the darkness
into my skin,
the moon managing to mingle in
through the blinds,
creating a lined ceiling,
stealing thin strips of the night's space.
I lean back in a sigh,
close my eyes in an attempt,
a desperate attempt to part ways
with the woken world,
but no break comes,
no fissure from reality,
cut by cosmic scissors,
to swing down,
down,
down
in to
sleep.