Sleepy

 
Sleep calls me, like death to the grave
It’s been 48 hours and I feel like a slave

Insomnia has fought and won against sedation
But both my eyes feel like pools of stagnation

My eyes feel heavy like a hypnotist’s instruction
I feel the weight of sleep like a witch’s seduction

I yawn like a hippo and sound off like a lion
Although I’m not sad both eyes just start crying

I lie down on my bed and pillow my head
My eyes blink out a message of dread

I still have this reluctance to shut both my eyes
I may never bare witness to sun worthy skies

But I’m so fuckin tired; I can fight it no more
As my mind melds in with the bedrooms décor

As my body gently drifts outside itself
And it feels needs like a maid on the shelf

But here’s the rub:

How do we know if it’s death or sleep?
Should we pray to the Lord, our souls to keep?

Is it some natural sleep or death come calling?
Is it time to die or dream of falling?

Life and death are states of being
Eyes, blinded are capable of seeing

Whether Christian, Hindu, Muslim or Jew
Like a thief in the night death will come for you

Will it be then, could it be now
You’ll never know the when and the how

It’s out of my hands, this sleep I must take
It’ll tell you all tomorrow if I actually wake