Much like his twin brother
Somnus plagues me
He torments and teases
Rubs sand and prickly glass shards into my eyes
He says to me, “Dream…dream…rest your weary mind
Or you’ll find tomorrow to be most unkind.”
But I am only sent black images, which have soared from an ivory gate
And always I awaken with wetness coating my cheeks
Darkness hides its identity
I let it dry, as I lie waiting for any sign of morning
But…
Somnus always returns
He glides in when the owls begin to stir
His cloak floating behind him with stars catching the moonlight
Ever so proud that his father is Nyx
I’ve tried to fight him
But he wraps lengthy unfeeling fingers round my neck
His breath whispers down my spine
“My brother Thanatos will be here soon.
And I guarantee that from Death, you are not immune.”
My resolve always fades
And I drift off
Into a fitful respite
Pointless.
Well…
I have something to say to you, Lord of my Dreams!
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
You do not belong here with me
And I don’t need you
So take your cloak of stars and torture another poor soul
Let me return to my blissfully sleepless nights
And when the day comes
I will happily greet your brother