Poem I

Sleep calls

Beckoning me into the abyss

Of dreams forgotten–

And remembered.

Sleep calls

Dragging me head over heels

Into never-ending

Silence.

Sleep calls

Sliding me into the moors

Of velvet black

Which holds me.

Sleep calls

Offering me solace from ghouls

Of troubling thoughts

Which pester me.

Sleep calls

Befriending with drowsy stupor

And bribing Sandman

For my defeat.

Sleep falls.