To sleep

Most of the time I want to run away to sleep. Sleep, such a wonderful escape.
Even in sleep
To dream of something that hurts me
Only means to wake up from it.
In life, there is no waking up
But I look forward to running away to sleep.

My body wants to run away
with me
to sleep.
To tuck me in a duvet, where I can
Duck and cover beneath the duck down covers.
My eyes hang heavy with the things I avoid
and I sleep serenely.
They dance outside my eyelids,
Getting aggro and offensive.
The minute I open my eyes
one of them punches me in the pupil and
I blink my way back to sleep.

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