to sleep, perchance to dream

so tired, 

i crave the depth of a dreamless sleep. 

but i resist.

too tormented by the truths it keeps and terrified by the version of me ill meet there.  

the self confrontation i don't need to repeat. 

 i pray for insomnia.

i used to seek asylum in my dreams, but they exposed me to my elements, and now i am weathering from the inside. 

a refugee from my own mind. 

i pray for a coma.

so tired, 

i crave the comfort of a seamless sleep.

 but i resist. 

too exhausted to hide the proofs it keeps  and scared of the sanity i might meet there
the version of reality i dont need to repeat.