Sleep

Let go of the world. Problems they don't exist anymore. Slumber so enticing. It comes naturally like a child to it's mother.

Mr. Sandman has forgotten to dust me tonight. Sleep will not come easily.

Where has he gone too. Am I to suffer alone while the world journeys to the promised dreamland.

Exiled and awake with troubles and feelings so hideous.

Needing some foreign substance to help lull me.

The countless and never ending nights create a rift in my sanity.

I fear the end of each day and coming of twilight. While the world enters succulent slumber I slip into hysterics.

Frightened of this madwomen Mr. Sandman dares not come near. Fearing what he has created.

Forsaken she sits there now... hoping for something that will never come.