Sleep – the bane of my life.
It brings bitter dreams and terrifying images
It robs me of precious hours and quiet time.
It creeps into my body despite my desire to fight it.
Sleep – the treasure buried in the future.
It lingers in the back of my mind throughout the day.
It calls to me like a siren to a ship.
It engulfs me in its soft embrace and tender whispers.
Sleep – some days, I swear I could do it anywhere:
On a bus,