Sleep Poem by Malik-seven Navarre

At night I never sleep at all.
When sleep I never dream.
I know because I wake appalled,
And can’t recall a thing.

I miss the sunray’s aging threat.
My thoughts are dark, nocturnal.
Attempts to sleep just end with rest.
Or me being controversial.

I envy babies and the old,
Who fall asleep with ease.
And children who sleep when they're told.
They all have lovely dreams.

lf I was god, all should beware.
I’d blindly turn my cheek.
For without doubt, regret, or care.
All I would do is SLEEP.