Rest lures us into its grasp
And we fall through the open trap
We may toss or turn through the night
But we shall wake and all will be right

We may escape a grasp too soon for his liking
So it leaves us with his darkness lurking
We yearn for his presence but often it seems
The Slumber won’t come, so far like a dream

We forge on with marks of the sleepless
Hoping no one will notice our weakness

Through the battle of no rest
We stumble around trying our best
To continue life just as before
Then, Slumber may wish to even the score
We close our eyes and leave Slumber to do
What he always has, and will continue to.