He Sleeps

Tired blue eyes hidden Under bruised lids. An exhausted smile Flits across pale lips. Hopefully the rest that Was eluding him is Now within reach. He sleeps. He seems at peace finally. His mind is always working Even when he is asleep. The stillness is an illusion. That is why he never Feels like he has rested. His mind is going 150 miles per hour Especially when his body isn’t. Childhood returns as he sleeps The worries, cares, concerns, and hurts Of being a grownup fade away Leaving behind innocence and contentment. He, like everyone else, is at His most vulnerable when asleep. All masks come off Showing the true person. That is why I watch Over him in this state. Because finally, He sleeps.