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.