My Life Without Sleep

Sleep is a stranger to me,
Once her familiar touch caressed me daily.
Where has she gone, that I may be left,
Alone.
Cold thick sweat,
where once was — soothing warmth
of sleeps sweet embrace.
Pressure, pumps and pounds
my temples flushed with blood
my mind, devoid of dreams.

What dreams ? Dreams of slumber?
Of relaxation, a deserted beach.
Waves lap cool against my toes.

These dreams, this short affair,
with another life, one better, calmer
Than this hectic jumbled junk of an existence?

Bring back my dreams, my inner peace.
My quiet moment of reflection.
Sleep, Sleep please return!
Oh jilted lover, make warm my bed,
as on my pillow I rest my head.
Take me far way, from these earthly troubles.

I feel her creeping slowly up the hall,
curling, quickly up the sheets,
eyes sore, lids heavy she comes,
her warm embrace once more.

Into,
Silent Bliss,
I Fall.

My Life Without Sleep

Craig Goldsmith

Sydney, Australia

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Artist's Description

A week of next to no sleep, sends Craig a little batty.

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Insomniac by Hoffard

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