I'm seeing no sleep.

Nor it's silhouette.

I toss and turn...

Doing pirouettes.

My head sweating...

My pillow wet.

 

Can one thrive if sleep deprived?

In need of deeper dives...

Into thoughts I strive to keep alive.

 

Much dread embedded in my bed editorial.

Will I rise again?

Is "fighting sleep" just metaphorical?

 

The constant battle to let my days end...

At day's end.

Without sleep, the days blend.

Can I turn my nights into my day's friend?