Each night I close my eyes and beckon sleep,
no longer do I waste time counting sheep.
Hope that I'll succumb I strive to keep,
I yearn for slumber, comforting and deep;
But fretful dreams inevitably creep
into unconscious fantasies once more.
*
Each night I close my eyes and beckon sleep
but daytime seeds I've sown I'm forced to reap.
My sins return to haunt me, make me weep.
I yearn for slumber, comforting and deep.
I toss and turn and feel my pulses leap
as rancid sweat exudes from every pore.
*
Each night I close my eyes and beckon sleep,
though knowing that I've sold my soul too cheap.
My guilt bears down, a conscience-crushing heap.
I yearn for slumber, comforting and deep.
My learning curve will have to be so steep,
if I'm to nurture goodness in my core.
*
Each night I close my eyes and beckon sleep.
from consciousness my guilt I seek to sweep.
But still it pricks when I'm, at last, asleep.
I yearn for slumber, comforting and deep.
The six o'clock alarm begins to bleep,
I wonder what today might have in store.
*
Each night I close my eyes and beckon sleep.
I yearn for slumber, comforting and deep.
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