I wrote this one night while laying on my bed. Sleep evaded me for hours. I felt so bad lying and trying to force myself to sleep. I felt I had done injustice to the dreams once dreamt, injustice to my past. Each night is the same hating myself for letting go.
My face pressed upon the pillow
The darkness blinding my eyes
I am waiting for sleep to take me
In the world of blissful oblivion
Shackles and chains bind my mind
They torture me, soothe me
With dreams once dreamt
But each day the pain reduces
I move towards inevitable death
I am scared, I am panicked
Dreams and reality, fact and fiction
They refuse to separate
As fatigue clouds my mind
Sleep takes me to a dreamless world instead.