A/N: This was written very early in the morning, just like my other poem RESPECT. It's mine an' ya can't steal it!!

Lack Of Sleep

Sleep,

word of a thousand meanings.

Meanings you only think about

when you need some sleep.

Wish I could close my eyes

and drift into it.

Slowly, when the nights are filled with thoughts.

Fast, when the restless days fill my soul of tiredness.

They say there is no such thing as peaceful sleep

unless you fall asleep a thousand forevers;

breathing your last breath

wishing you weren't in this situation.

Maybe that's true

or maybe that's not.

But that's ok, I guess

cause all I ask for

is some hours of not seeing, not listening

no conscious thinking.

To stop my head from pounding

stop my body from dragging

stop my eyes from burning.

I do not like to fill my body

with sleep's personal enemy.

For in the long run

caffeine turns deadly.

But it's the only way

I can stop myself from slipping away

in unconscious state that I wish I could.

Wish the nights were longer,

or maybe the hours went by slower.

Because time flies when you're enjoying what you do

and this is a common truth.



Sleep,

word of a thousand meanings.
Some of us own it
some of us daydream of it.