Sleep...and more

Twisting and turning

on my bed,

I yearned for the

angel of sleep

to embrace me.

I hoped the covers

would protect me,

from the evil of the world.

And the monster in me 

would be tamed, 

in the darkness.

The moonlight seeped in

through the curtains,

giving them a scary glow.

Drenched in sweat,

the clothes stick

onto my body.

As I close my eyes

trying to sleep,

memories,

of good old times

flood my mind.

When,

nights were easier,

and sleep...effortless.

When my mothers embrace, 

was the strongest 

protective charm.

And sleeping 

beside my father,

was the biggest confidence.

Those times, when dreams

were still rainbow coloured

…unlike the dark gloomy

nightmares now.

Darkness survived

only till the lights turned on.

But now lights fail

to drive out the darkness 

that has engulfed me.

When my greatest problems

were ones

which could be solved by

my favorite superheroes.

When future was not 

a scary topic, 

but a happy one.

Finally as the 

random thoughts

desert my mind,

hints of sleep

reach my eyes.

And I fall...

Dark , groovy figures

rise inside.

I see myself

staring into a foggy path.

There lies my destiny,

my future. On the other side

of the misty trail.

I wait for the fog to clear.

And hope for sunlight,

to color my path bright.

There ends the night,

on the ever so hopeful note.