Sleepless

whispering hands

Minutes fall away, a heaping pile gathers.
Wakeful and hopeless, restless and tired.
Too many sheep to count, and no time.
Sleep must find me soon, Sandman???
Where are you you fucker?? Why so late??
Others soundly sleep. Rhythmic breaths...
So annoying to hear their sweet slumber!!
Even the beasts find rest.. Not my eyes!
Like sandpaper, lids rub eyes raw.. Waiting..
Forever waiting for the endless night to close.
I hate that fuckjng Sandman; passed over again!