Sleep, how I miss thee...

[goddessfarmer]

I lie in bed and think of you, o sleep
to dream the honest dreamers dream
would be so simple it would seem
the clock's hands they do slowly creep
around electroluminescent dial

pale green in the everbearing dark
reminder that sleep has still not come
taking me to sweet oblivion
to heal the black day's stroke
and start anew

but lacking short respite from long torment
slowly day appears with grief again
unable to release me from my sin
lending peace for one simple moment
in which I ask to merely be