Poem: Like Wishing

Sleep is for the Lucky,
Sleep is for the Blessed,
Sleep is for the One's.
not me,
who live Their Lives the Best.

Resting is a thing I did
when I was drunk or stoned:
Young,
not-knowing how carefree,
when I was all Alone.
I don't remember quite the Time
when I could sleep at night,
don't remember when I lost It,
how I stopped the Fight.
Sleep is like the Highest Hill;
Unreachable and Far.
A Thing I've longed for naturally,
like wishing on a star.