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
Please
Will you blow with the wind?
Will you offer yourselves to the hunting geckos?
Will you play outside with the chirping crickets?