Eluding,
Evading,
Running,
This is what sleep is to me.
I cannot say how many nights I lay awake with my thoughts.
Sleep,
The ever dodging need,
The ever wanted rest.
When Sleep does come,
Wracked with horrors and death it comes and goes,
My dreams aren't dreams.
They are horrors
Of things I shouldn't remember.
Of times that have long past.
Sleep elude me if you must.
I do not crave you,
You do not make me feel rest.
Sleep the evasion,
I shall keep.