Goodnight
How can something be so refreshing,
Yet so draining?
An escape,
Yet a prison?
Monsters under the bed.
Monsters in my head.
They creep into daily interactions
and fully attack in the quiet of the dark.
The tears fall while I fall asleep.
It is both a blessing and a curse.
One step closer to tranquility
One step further from closure.
Sleep finds me
in my most vulnerable state.
Drained by trials
Awakened by fear.
The hardest part is waking up
Knowing nothing's changed.
But in those few moments of fog,
Life seems almost normal.
But time is as constant as the clock it controls.
I sit here waiting
For just a few more moments of peace
One more minute of sleep.