Poem: Sleep Has Never Been my Friend

Sleep has never been my friend

by Me

Awake at five am to the sound of people screaming..
Robbed of sleep.
the comfort deep I just knew escapes
out of my grasp.
Think about peace, think about love.
No use. Futile.
Sweet comfort of sleep, you are so near I can hear you.
But the brain buzzing is too loud - fury.
Fury!
soft, hopeless, dismal, fury.
Do not think of her or it will never come back.
No you don't want a cigarrette,
it is so comfy in bed.
Fuck, who am I kidding,
The sun is almost up
And sleep has never been my friend.