Oh Sleep. You mocking whore,
you murmur sweet nothings into my ear,
causing a smile to flit across my face.
As I reach out to you, almost-
Ah, Alas you elude me again.

Sleep, you treacherous wretch. how you curse me, still!
beckoning me ever onward with your silent song.
And, I follow, for my eyes are ones that are weeping, and you, the tease you can be, delight in them.
and so the chase begins again.


Oh Sleep. When was the last time I had you by my side?
Tucked beneath your chin is where I long to be.
But No Sleep. You thrust me away once more, intent on being selfish. Cruel. Beautiful.

Oh Sleep.
How I miss you.