Sleepy Poem by Eric Schojan

I do not get much rest when I lay myself to sleep,
For I'm tortured by the things I once had but couldn't keep,

I'm thrown back into situations that I've kept locked away,
Things that I'd like to forget, games I no longer play,

My dreams are no retreat, quite the opposite in fact,
My dreams pick apart the sanity i try to keep intact,

The only sanity I own and it dangles on a thread,
As the monsters swing and claw, it hangs too far above their heads,

Although I see them getting closer every single night,
There is no way for me to stop them, no way for me to fight,

So i choose to stay awake with reality abound,
Until the darkness drags me back into the metaphoric ground.