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.