Chasing Sleep
I feel tired; so completely exhausted;
tho my thoughts continue to speak;
in addition to constantly feeling accosted;
I find myself missing sleep.
Although sleep continues to elude me;
I’m keenly aware I need my rest;
deepest thoughts manage to exclude me;
I must continue this noble quest.
I sense a world, around me, awakening;
in this kingdom of division and hate;
I can almost feel a new dawn breaking;
deep in my heart; I can relate.
Still I continue to be missing sleep;
no matter how hard I try;
cause I still have promises to keep;
until the day that I die.
Physically; I can barely keep going;
I’m kept awake, by my mind;
my thoughts continue on growing;
while my body lags behind.
Sleep is the way that we decompress;
with it; all troubles float away;
living in a world of constant duress;
and awakens a brand new day.
Death is deep sleep; allowing a new dawn;
it’s only a temporary tomb;
chasing sleep is a way we move on;
the grave becomes a womb.
Monty 8/11/24. # 2,267