The Sandman's Will

My heart deserves grace

that much I can tell

inhabits a dismal space

and continues to dwell

my eyes are open,

my angst hard to suppress

while I lie here hoping

this sleep aid digests

inside a strange,

dreamscape cocoon,

curious, if I'm still awake

my lungs fill like a balloon,

expanding, just to deflate,

the sandman will come

and capture me soon

as spinning visions of the room

become, somewhat opaque

I question my purpose

seems, it’s often the case,

thoughts walk old paths

only to rehash past mistakes.

I spend eternity

trying to make time stand still,

only to leave my body on a gurney,

as is, the sandman's will.