The Monster of Nighttime


As I lie hear,
I have begun to feel my brain.
I feel the neurons moving,
And the energy of movement vibrating.

The monster of Nighttime is laughing,
I can hear him outside my window.
He dangles sleep in my face
So close, he lets me taste it,
Then rips it away.
Cruel, cruel Nighttime.

My Body is heavy,
It used to beg my brain to shut up,
But now it just lies there,
Given up,

Knowing it will have to face yet another sunrise
When the world walks about fueled
And it wonders,
Half dozed,
Through faces and places that have become a blur.

I may not be sleeping
But I am in a nightmare.
When will I wake up?
When will I go to sleep?


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