The evanescence of light

I ache
for
sleep.
My vision fogs
and my
soul escapes
me,
woeful like
a wolf,
except
I have no howling
to give.

I presented my heart
to the moon
hoping
she would stop
the day from
coming,
and give me hours
to wither away
unseen.

In the light
I am mourning.
I wish to
transform
into invisibility
and forget
I ever
knew my
own soul.