Sleep is a funny thing,
If you think about it.
We have to pretend to sleep to fall asleep.
The only problem is,
Some of us are bad pretenders.
As you lay in bed,
And count your sheep,
We too lay in bed and try.
As you close your eyes,
And even your breath.
We too lay in bed and try.
But when sleep overcomes your mind,
Carrying you off to dream land.
That's when the cruel mistress becomes alive.
She claws at our dreams,
Fills our head with themes,
Oh,how she screams,
For us to open our eyes.
As you escape reality,
And dream your dream.
Please understand just how hard we try.
To be like you,
To dream like you.
To free our tortured minds.
The comparison between us two,
You need to understand.
Our blue-ringed gazes ,
Plead for hazes,
Of sweet escape each night.
Sleep for you is a normal due,
But for insomniacs,
It rules our lives.
Please respect my copy right to this and if you quote,please mention me.I know this isn't great,but these are poems written out of emotion and personal experiences and I think I deserve the credit,if deserved,ya know?
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