Sleep...

Oh Memory, Illusions and
Dreams
Play...
Dance about my mind
And stay awhile
Are not I
Supposed to enjoy such a time?

Instead it holds a heavy weight
To my chest
Over and over
Again

Twisted and grappling
This mind awakens
In repeated process
Of tiny dreams
And little
Deaths

Of a sickness
Tormentedness...
And tiredness

But, all right
It feels just
And fine
And plain
And usual

Though I confess

It could well
Kill me.