I Am Tired

As of late, my eyelids are heavy. I am not awake. I'm trying to remain steady. Feelings so great; my heart is not always ready. I try to remain, but this challenge is deadly. Into an empty screen, I continue to stare. Looking for something that's not really there. Reality is mean. Fantasy, a nightmare. I tried the caffeine, yet I am asleep in this chair. Shiver from chills, now cold and alone. Blankets in hills, warmth still unknown. No longer feel thrills; only fleeting dreams my mind has sewn. Each day, my soul, kills. Slumber is all I have to call my own. When I finally see light, it is only Your face. Your voice, the color white, blesses me with grace. Hold me so tight, so at last, I may bathe, In sleep so right, lullaby me off into space.