Sleep

Sleep is a blessed treasure,
a gift of priceless pleasure,
but horrific when interrupted,
with dreams that are haunted.

It has immeasurable importance,
worth every ounce of pursuance.
Sleep recalibrates my engine
rewires my brainy region.

It clears up my thoughts
without thinking it, nought,
Sleep finds me the solution,
and clears up any confusion.

Yet it remains to be out of reach,
beyond a simple prayer’s beseech,
my sleep cannot be chemically induced,
behold, another insomniac on the loose!

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2 thoughts on “Sleep

  1. D. Ramsey says:

    I too have a sleeping disorder about me. Not as drastic as an insomniac, yet, still troublesome I would say. Lovely poem! =)

  2. Scriptor Obscura says:

    You have won a Kreativ Blogger Award! Stop by and check it out here: http://scriptorwrites.wordpress.com/2011/12/19/the-kreativ-blogger-award/

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