The Sleep That Never Came Poem by Alex Fischer

Deep within my mind no rest
Ever comes to me it is repressed
Lurking deep within my soul
I feel as though I am a ghoul
What is this strange particular feeling?
What is this vast never-ending disease?
The one that started when my mind slipped
And started to drift
Stricken am I with this curse
It comes to me every night in curse
Nothing can ever lift it no
Where has this rest gone? It has to show
For I know not how long I’ll live
With this curse hanging above my head
I’m afraid that if it does not end
Ever soon shall I lay forever in bed