Tuesday, September 14, 2004

A Bitter Night's Sleep

Sleep does not come kindly,
It plays a game of hide and seek.
In the quiet dark room of reality
Closed, I cannot my eyes keep.
Doesn’t matter, I lay there blindly
In the blackness of my week,
And when sleep does come, finally
Beneath my eyes the light does seep,
And I wake up once more in reality
After a night of restless sleep