Paper Cut Eyes

Sweet sleep

Sweet sleep

Biting moonlight splits through my curtain,

illuminating my face with a sleepless glow.

I clutch the blankets tighter,

preserving any warmth they bestow.

Stretching my waking muscles,

past the vertical alignment of both legs on the clock.

Counting the seconds of still endless darkness,

till' the break of dawn.

I beg for the sweet, sweet power of sleep,

shutting the world from a mind so deep.

As my eyelids crash down,

I've finally found

my sleep for one night.