Robbed of Hope

What is sleep? What are its positions? Right side? Left side? Prone with arms in? You seem to have lost all intuition Relax and breathe easy, they all say You can/t. Your chin is always in the way You shift uneasily from side to side, half-crazed Insomnia's a form of unjust bail Left unpaid, it keeps victims jailed In storm-tossed bed on sleepless nights Robbed of hope and basic rights A good night's sleep is but a distant dream Dashed on the shore of muffled screams The minutes tick by, agonizing Hours upon hour, paralyzing Near dawn relief comes at last Blessed sleep arrives when night has past An hour or two of drugged slumber Then stagger forth, sans sleep, encumbered