Sleep comes all to quickly these days
and lasts all through the morn.
If I could sleep any longer than that,
all day, my bed, I would adorn.
Never before in my life
have I felt so utterly drained
perhaps since until now
I’ve not been so completely strained.
I’d like to go back some day
to my old insomniac ways
but perhaps for now I’ll catch up
on all I lost and sleep for days.
sleep
#tbt
Sleep is all
about which I dream,
a slumber so
peaceful
so serene.
One day
’twill be so
and I’ll fight it
still,
not wanting
to go.
© Autumn Siders 2014
Evasion
As the night drags on,
it becomes abundantly clear
I’ve got nothing else to say;
my words just disappear.
My brain shuts down,
one neuron at a time,
as my eyes grow heavier
long after their prime.
Sleep finds others
but always evades me
while I wait in darkness
unable to see.
© Autumn Siders 2017
Rain or Shine
Another day of gray
awaits the world outside
but my bed remains warm
and the purrfect place to hide.
So keep the noise down
and all will be just fine
since a bed is all I need
to sleep rain or shine.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
#tbt
One succumbs to death
as one would succumb to sleep.
The child screams and fights
not quite ready to slumber yet.
Out all night the teen
still puts up a fight.
Then, without warning or right
Sleep sneaks in every night.
Before you know it
your eyes are closed tight.
