Sleep's Twisted Cruelty

For some crazy reason i can't sleep. Every night i lay awake and think, it’s all I can do. Tossing and turning while memories are burning. Fears and darkness will haunt me. I know once i close my blue eyes. That is where the terror lye’s. Dark images from the medications I took. Knowing my body was controlled by disease. Spending so many nights in that hospital room the colors started to blend. Now I have finally started to mend. Yet the scars won’t dissipate. Trying to sleep I lay here every night hoping as I wait. But each time sleep does greet me so do those haunting memories. So for now I lie awake and count each breath I take.