It sleeps within me
this aching desire
silently it waits
seeking the moment
when I am weak
when time tears at my skin
rips me free from stasis

within the walls of this facade,
the longing for a sleep filled by
something other than dreams
brings me closer to my own end
embraced by arms that comfort
that raise my desire
and give me hope
remains the one thing that I
will always wish for.

In the deep of the night
I refuse to rest until
the body demands it
despising the emptiness
that fills me when faced
by a bed where
only pillows await me.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017