Consuming Sleep Poem by Aidan Keith

O, why hast thou ill-fated me?
Were e'er you called: defect? disease?

Extracting life and energy,
The grappling reach of fractioned dreams
Benumbs me anesthetically.

Reposed, quiescent harmonies
Are ghosts adrift the cryptic sea
Of memories and fantasies.

Receptors dull, I cannot see
The honking geese nor buzzing bees
That wrestle you to wake me free
From your shrewd spell: unconscious freeze.

But you, in time, adjourn your scene,
And I, now up, fall to my knees
Abhorring sleep, all it may be,
For missed responsibilities.