Sleep Within The Realms Of Sanity.

Sleepless nights are all too common , they are but a place of joy and pleasure to me . Yet I'm kept from slumber, for I'm unable to join that pleasure of joy of sleep, cursed to be confined to these long nights alone .

Nightlight of moons shining fully or waning which give way to sunlight of daylight with blue or grey skies , my eyes see only what they need to see for they are so heavy that tears can no longer fall .

My mind has no ability to tell what is real and what is illusion, for there are so many illusions within my vision that to see one, is to see all . So tell me what is sleep? How do you embrace that nectar of slumber?

For I have tried a great many ways , chemical filled pills from those men in white coats and titles of doctors , herbs from witches prepared as oils and teas , crystals and meditations , even the sound of your voice reading poetry .

All of it no longer brings comfort to me , none of these things lure me into slumber . So tell me, lover, does sleep truly show beauty? Or is my lack of sleep aging me beyond the realms of sanity.