Sleep

The bane to my existence

My boulder up a hill

Never achieving

Perpetually fleeing

Forever occulted.

Darkness engulfs me,

A warm blanket.

Faint sounds,

Amplified by still silence.

Motionless I lay

Eyes drawn closed

Searching

Yet finding another.

Ebony of night

Fleeing Hemera.

Sounds stir

A new day

Yet a continuation

Of my inevitable search

For the elusive Hypno.