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
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.