Dread of Sleep
sit here, eyes heavy with dread
I stay here in these hours for sleep
Staying on, for I dread what comes next
Sleep is approaching. The fatigue.
I sit here stubbornly, avoiding its approach
I dread what happens in those dreams, no control
They are controlled and yet cannot be
Cannot be controlled
In those dreams I create the world
And yet my fears control me further
I cannot control their outcome
Only my subconscious can
I try on in stuborn anguish
Fatigue building more and more
Soon I must go, for health and not heart
Must go into that world without me
Without my self control
So that I can start again
Although I dread the sleep
I bask in the fatigue
The night is my mistress
Dread my lover
I almost miss the days of the night
Almost.
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