A/N: this if my first story/poem on this site. Please be gentle when you review. I thought this up one night when I was having trouble sleeping. So this has a bit of me in it but I changed it to more or less fit Gaara.
Summery: This is a short poem about Gaara and his insomnia.
Disclaimers: I don't own Naruto… sadly.
I lie on my semi-comfortable sheet covered mattress. I am waiting, wanting, needing sleep. Shukaku is long gone and I can finally go to sleep without fear that he will break loose. After many years with out sleep it's hard to get in the habit, let alone know how to sleep. I would gladly let sleep consume me, but sleep doesn't seem to be hungry.
I open my eyes to the darkness of my room. I can only see siloets of my bookshelf's, night stand and my door frame. Everything else is covered in darkness. I toss and turn. Every so often I glance at the clock; just to see how long I have before the next day arrives. It's much essayer to not sleep when you have a demon inside of you. When you have a purpose to stay awake to protect the indecent for the demon that would awaken when I fell asleep. I don't know why I would care about the people that shun me. The people that only agnolage my existence to scream and run away, for fear that I will take their life. No, I don't care for them. But I would rather not be over come by Shukaku.
I lie there for hours, still sleep deprived. Late night to early morning. Until I slowly drift into a light sleep only to wake up 5 hours later. I only have one thing to say.
Insomnia's a drag.