I am chasing sleep
Finding that it eludes me
Everytime she threatens
to pull me into her hold I shake myself from her grasp
finding reasons
to throw myself into this
cacophony of questions
I am loudly
questioning God
arguing with myself all the while
half-way blaming myself for everything
at 3 a.m.
it's hard to tell
Every night it's the same thing
I am forced to wonder
when this will become a problem
or if she will eventually grasp hold of me
pulling me into her unknown depths
where I can no longer run
from the things I'm afraid to dream
but at these obscene hours
I pray for her embrace
or maybe
just a few answers to my question
God please, give me peace
or a morning
worth waking for
