A lack of sleep

One hour. One blink.

A thousand thoughts stream through my consciousness
None I chose. None I approved.
How unfair it is to the soul, the torture the mind gives..
And to the body this means another sleepless night.

I long for a lullaby, a prayer that works instantly

A warmth to carry me to my dream..into the light of the morning sun.

My fear, my fear, please will you go away?
What should I do to make you leave?

You are afterall MY fear.
You are my guest. I have used my time to greet you, now
Will you blow with the wind?
Will you offer yourselves to the hunting geckos?
Will you play outside with the chirping crickets?