Sleeples days

A monster seeks the fiber of my being
longing for all that i hold dear
stalking my movment
listening in the dark for the sound of the door
sleep is all that brings me comfort
but sleep is so hard to find
he lurks in the shadows hiding from view
standing alone just beyond reach
the morning comes with little relief
for sleep is still far away
running from my outstreched fingers
almost there
then slipping away.