Some nights when I bolt awake
I’m grateful I’ve stopped sleeping;
Sometimes I wish I’d stayed asleep.
Sleep betrays both boons and banes:
Dreamy trysts down dusky trails
Or creepy sights and messy frights.
I take it I’ve no choice in this;
Almost as soon as eyelids drop
I’m off along unguarded paths
Inside my brain, replete with pleasure,
Pain and jolting details,
Proof I guess my mind insists
It holds more to contemplate
Than my mundane days.
©2012 John I. Blair