Sleep

Sleep eludes my restless mind and I ask the question but why
why do I lie awake staring at the ceiling filled with stars

holding tight to stuffed animals that have never soothed my alarms
letting go of dreamland which was never in my grasp a small sound makes me Emmit a gasp

memories I try to focus on flit away
thoughts I try to ponder deny me today thinking altogether escapes my grasp as faster and faster each hour slips past