Sleep, the Lost Companion

The desire so strong to have a great night’s sleep The shortcomings are how one feels when the morning greets? An old lost companion who resides in the thickness of night That presence becomes more elusive and my longing amassed Whence does one have a moment to be at ease? Deliverance is a subject that revolves around hours and minutes Time out from the rigours of a quantumly perplexed life No escape from the relentless vacuum that persists time after time Whether here or there no refreshed states exist No matter, for I alone endure all that matters and is amiss Sleep and wakefulness lay side by side One calls to the other and the two are entwined Delusional mind, irrational thoughts Processing moments that becometh the norm Yet it plunders this soul and removes all prosperity This looming curse has my alignment at wits end What salvation or saviour can offer some saving grace? All the wasteful moments accumulate and I am trapped in despair Sleep is allusive on these cold long winter nights Repetition to toss and turn and never learn what abides Recognising the disorderly imbalance, unruly in one's head To dissolve under camouflage and let no thoughts nigh….