Rls

The robber of rest betrays me, and the worms crawl across the knees, causing a jerking reaction. Dreams evade me; the clock moves ever slowly forward, yet no sleep satisfaction. How many days has the precious rest slithered away into the coming dawn? Robbing the mind of clarity even when the body presses on Dreading the hours until darkness overtakes the peacefulness of light Knowing the sleep demons wait patiently for the body to rest in the coming night Until no more, the mind can resist and finally sinks into the depths of a dreamless abyss Peaceful at last until the stealer of rest betrays the body with a cruel and restless kiss.