Insomnia

Upon my bed once stood

A warrior of dread

A champion of doubts

A slayer of unread

His skill in battle unmatched

His wit and strength supreme

Untangling all my thoughts 

And ushering in dreams

But he grows old and tired

Eternal sleep must take us all

For sleep is what I need

Oh dreams, I don't recall!

So as this warrior rests

I must take up his sword

And hack through all my thoughts

As they come at me in hordes 

Reviews

[Savannah Bly]

A thoughtful piece on ourselves and the dreams of sleep we will never remember. We all fight for and against our sleep and the nightmares they create. Well done!

[Chris]

last line - "the"? or perhaps they?