Stained Hearts

Sleepy-Head

I lay awake in bed,
Dreading the tomorrow that is ahead.
Counting down the hours till my day is done,
Adding up the hours past midnight one-by-one.

Eyes stiff, body curled,
Legs stretched and brain whirled.
Creativity comes out of its shell,
Proving that there's more stories to tell.

No worries, no cares,
Not one single flare,
And still at the ceiling I glare,
Awaiting a dare.

Not one word spoken, not a whisper heard
But inside I'm screaming a thousand words.
All my perfect realities,
With me living life with ease,
Are nothing when I realize they're just my dreams.

I'm a night owl,
I hear the wolves howl.
It comforts me that I'm not alone,
Yet scares me to death that I'm on my own.
The blank moon rising,
My brain realizing,
That if I don't get some rest,
I'll not be ready for my test.

I'm in between sleep,
Yet not quite that deep,
'Cause my thoughts crowd my vision,
A thousand thoughts for one decision.

I find myself still drifting,
Between reality and fiction,
I feel my heavy thoughts lifting,
Maybe now they'll stop their contradiction.

And as the world goes black,
And my muscles begin to slack,
I smile, because at last,
For eight hours I can forget the past.

I am a sleepy-head.