"Slumber" by Arianna Alexander
Oh, how I love sleep…
The calming dreams
And the counting sheep.
Oh, how I’d love to close my eyes,
And forget about everything that lies
In front of (me) and behind.
Sometimes, however, I dislike sleep…
Not to be too unsteady.
I still love the calming dreams,
And the counting sheep,
But the demons are there, occasionally
To awaken in my sheets.
But the lack of sleep,
Even with the lack of pleasant dreams,
Can feel far too exhausting.
So, I suffer through the nightmares,
I face the demons, however scarce,
And I open my eyes to reality.
And honestly, sometimes,
I don’t know which is more scary.