Sleep

Dear Sleep,

“Sleep,” They told me once

But there’s the endless nightmares of my dreams

“But it has already been months.”

I told them, “Oh so it seems.”

“Sleep,” He spoke to me.

“How can I, when I think of you?”

He told me to leave him and be free.

The nightmares returned as you flew.

“Sleep,” I told myself over and over.

Endless rest, endless nights

My body is practically a pushover

To the nightmares that are in delight.