Poetry Prompt: Sleep
Sleep is a cunning lover I resist it's urges Day After day But it still finds a way It captures me I become its prisoner I am poked and prodded Tormented It forces me to dive Into the void Of vivid nightmares And unwanted memories Tossing Turning Arguing Crying Finally, it ends I'm more exhausted than Before it swallowed me My throat hurts Body aches Head feels like it might explode I feel traumatized And sleep is trying To take me again I resist But it always Convinces me To surrender False promises Of Rest Of relaxation Of rejuvenation I find it lied when It swallows me again.
