SLEEP

I wish sleep was like my book
That I keep under my pillow,
Which I open every night and get carried away
Losing myself, my identity in its pages,
Finding serenity there…

I am an Insomniac poet,
That’s what I have become
Over the years of struggle with life
Belonging to no one
And no one or nothing belonging to me,

I stay up all night…
Thinking that maybe tonight I will stop pestering myself,
That tonight I will forgive myself for not being like others,
Make peace with myself,
For I know that I am different,

(I have my own measurement tape,
With which I measure everything and everyone,)

I really wish sleep was a poem, at least,
I could just write it down anytime,
Read it,
Edit it,
Re- read it
And finally find peace in it,