Sleep

The clocks lighted numbers mock my pillow

The hour of the wolf

and I am wakeful beyond consciousness

each creak and rustle is magnified endlessly

I search my mind for promises unkept

one of my top ten sleep chasers

but in finding none wander further afield

what holds me from Hypnos grasp?

I am weary tired and beyond caring

What a fickle friend is this stealer of life

I court him and seek him

serenade and placate him

All for naught

I wont get up I wont I wont!!

Sleep is owed!
I will collect!!