My World of Sleep

The day to day struggles that one faces and how it leads to a feeling of being judged.

My World Of Sleep

I sat on the deck
Stars looking down at me
Judging me
Watching my every move
For fault they find the end of me
Not a fault not a slip, not even a word
spoken out of place.

To sleep I go, tears become my pillow
Hate my bed, fear my quilt
To sleep I go
Still the stars look to find a fault of mine

Not to let them in
Lay still
Eyes closed
Not a breath out of tune

Asleep I fall
Dreams a reality I choose
Wish to never wake
The life here perfect for me
Not to wake
Never to wake
Sleep
Sleep is my world
My world is now asleep.