Sleep

I long for the sleep I am so heinously denied, the subtle and sinking
embrace of true rest. The never-ending expanse of ebony satin, staining
the existence on the back of my eyelids. I long not for a brief escape,
but an eternal one. I chase fleeting feeling of nonexistence that
plagues my conscious mind, deriving from my small excursions into the
nocturnal haven called sleep. I am weighed down, neigh drowned by my
need to relentlessly pursue this venture. Yet, I feel it is an empty
venture all the same.

Author's Note

Critique and comment.