What Is Sleep? Poem by Jessie J. Rivera

I am glamorous in my defeat.
Eyes shut tight as I am wrapped in a web of sheets.
The widow, closing in, stealing my life in my dreams.
Awake, I will not, spun from head to feet.
Will not feel, I better let my body rest.
My mind attacks my bones and now there is nothing left.
Heart falls in love with this widow of death.
Lungs pitch black, I have taken too many final breaths.
Spin myself, out from, another sleepless night.
Drag me, from, the noose into the bright.
Or leave me upside down, blood rushing to my eyes.
I beg the sun, let the moon, win once, in a peaceful fight.