Sleep

A Partial Responce to the Gabby Hanna poem 'Sleep'

I like Sleep 

Sleep is Neat

I remember this day in 2019

when I fell asleep in fall and woke up in spring. 

When I regained Conscienceness in hour fourteen. 

and every ounce of skin screamed and screamed. 

my bones hurt, my mind ached. 

for a minute life was pain. 

And yet is seemed and yet it may 

that that pain never seemed to go away. 

yes,

I like Sleep 

Sleep is neat

yet,

at the end sleeps nothing. 

but

sleepings better than doing nothing. 

I like Sleep 

Sleep is Neat

If your having trouble count some sheep

But what do you when its four 0'clock

and your staring up at the surface of your popcorn top. 

listening to the staccoto rhythm of the beat of your heart

that turns faster, then the gears in the clock. 

my heads filled with static.

my thoughtforms erratic.

as I fade into the haze it turns into a panic. 

racing like dogs on a track 

my thoughts back to back

worries and fears 

they attack and attack

and I scream and I beg to feel the oblivion

the poppy death, the big sleep, the big sleep-in. 

wishing that my thoughts were quiet then. 

wishing that I could quiet them.

Yes, I like sleep. 

Sleep IS neat. 

but sleep is not simply sleep. 

Sleep is but a death, a dream

Sleep is a portal in between

Sleep is sometimes a gentle stream

Sleep is sometimes a quiet scream.

Sleep is sometimes a caresseing hand

Sleep is sometimes an open palm

Sleep is sometimes a gentle balm

Sleep is sometimes a storm than calm

Sleep is sometimes what I need 

Sleep sometimes evades me

Sleep sometimes is all I have

sleep sometimes is a drug at hand

sleep sometimes is lazyness

sleep sometimes is blessed and bliss

Sleep is many many things

but sleepers can't be anything.