Sleep by Therese Guy

Last Evening I had trouble sleeping and the following poem was inspired by my restless night.

                                           Sleep
My elusive lover,
Robs me of his sweet embrace.
Murders my dreams.
With the stealth of a ninja,
He poisons my system.
And my body twist and turns,
Tangling in my funeral shroud.
My cries to be rescued,
"Sandman"
Go unheeded,
Oh, to feel his loving caress,
To revel in his touch,
Just drift away,
In silent ecstasy.
But he is a no show,
I think we are headed,
For divorce!