That Harlot Sleep!

 
So, where is Sleep, if Sleep is not with me?
Carousing round the fleshpots of the town,
I bet, the champagne cocktails going down
her throat! No doubt she's dancing wild and free,
while I abandoned groan most miserably
and toss and turn in rumpled lonely bed,
no Sleep, but sleepless agonies instead.
Oh, Sleep! Do not forsake me! Do you hear?
I need you with me now! I need you near!
Come home to me! Come rest inside my head!
 
 
😬🛏️😬        
.