Sleep.
A vast concept that eludes me nightly.
It is unhealthy to stay up late night after night after night.
I do so anyway.
I cannot, will not, help it.
I fear the dark like nothing else.
My fear is not fabricated for attention but deep
And primal.
I lie awake for hours,
Fearing.
I have always seen things,
In the dark.
My subconscious plays cruel tricks upon me.
I have never feared a monster under the bed,
Occasionally in the closet,
It is the least of my fears.
Instead,
My eyes play tricks upon me,
Since I was young.
Lying under the covers,
For hours,
Afraid to move.
Finally,
Sleep comes upon me.
It is wild and I
Toss and turn,
Toss and turn.
The dreams are strange and
Of another reality.
Occasionally they reoccur and
Even when I open my eyes,
They remain before me,
As long as it is dark.
Some nights,
My parents tell me,
I sleepwalk.
I get up and
Speak,
Sometimes scream,
Of things that make no comprehensible sense for those who are
Awake.
The next day,
I awaken with
Lead in my bones,
To slog through another day until,
I meet with my fears,
Again.
Night
After
night
After
Night.
