anotherkindofdrew blog

Sleep is a friend I have fallen out with,
I wish she would come back to me.

I bring her Valerian, milk and honey,
I plead with her, I promise her dreams.

I wander the house listening for her voice
lisping in the cupboards, beyond the walls.

She has sent me here, it’s not the same
as the world by day. I have no friends.

I am alone in slumbering rooms
with snoring chairs and bare faced clocks

I used to love her velvet arms,
her fur kisses, her soundless caves.

If only she would tell me what I’d done
and what it is she wants from me.