To Sleep
To Sleep
Perchance to dream
That doesn’t seem
Like too much to ask
So deep
And so extreme
One won’t waken
But I’m taken to task
Summoned in the middle of the night
By tormentors in my head
I should ignore - them but instead
I rise
Like a ghost on the prowl
I rise
Like a hunting owl
I rise
And run afoul of the law of
Sleep
To Sleep
How late the hour
What is this power
That shakes me from rest?
I keep
Answering the call
I’m bound to fall
And fail the test
I long to drink from the river Lethe
Forgetting all that’s been said
I should ignore it - but instead
I rise
Like a thirsty vampire
I rise
Like the flames of a fire
I rise
Even though I tire from lack of
Sleep
My one desire to sleep
Copyright © Corinne Curcio | Year Posted 2009
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