[ All I want to do is sleep ]

All I want to do is sleep
In the night it likes to keep
Up this mess so I can't
Shut my eyes painless as lies

How do I feel Wouldn't you like
To know that I can't keep my head
On straight Or find myself a straight face
So I might be able to not feel at all

I can hear the sounds of the world
It is silent as the night for I can't
Sleep these thoughts out of my head and
Find a balance and rid of this dread

A touch that is soft A touch that is kind
Seems only to be playing with my mind
I flip and see if Heads I win or
Tails I lose But it does no good for my mental bruise

Author notes

Sparrow: I love old things. They make me feel sad.
Nightingale: What's good about sad?
Sparrow: It's happy for deep people.

I am the deepest person I know, I've never heard a quote that related to me in that way. The poem relates because it is sad (all my poems are) but that is the deepest, realest part of me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.