Sleep
Sleep that seeps to the soul
You challenge the sleep that seeps deep
Weeping, weaving within the blankets
as if Arachne challenged Athena
empty space
is where the looms fall into place
you gaze up at the roof with insomnia
eyelids that covers your cornea
but to no avail
you sail within your deep unrest
and the ticking ticks deeper and deeper
yet you don't feel any sleepier
but the loom and doom of sleep lurks
as the clock works it's might dread
and just like my writer's block
it is now 9 o'clock
This poem is about:
Me
Our world