Not a word to be said

For the people of the house

Have gone to bed

They are all asleep

What is this word they speak?

What is sleep?

Is it a game?

Do I know it by another name?

I don't see it

I can't hear it

It's untouchable

But I feel like I need it

One day I asked a friend

I was amazed

They made me understand

Just before I left for dreamland

They told me stories

Of those who never had sleep

They told me stories

Of those who never lost sleep

The last thing I see is the sun

Before I lay on the grass

And leave for dreamland

A mythical and magical land

It was made of dreams

But with dreams come nightmares

I was caught in the middle

Which to choose

One side was a wall of fire

The other was a waterfall of eternal life

Both would be torture

At that moment I knew there was no future

This was no dreamland

For I was no longer laying

On the green grass

I was at the hospital

My heart no longer beat

My blood no longer flows

My life no longer

Had a life to live

One gloomy night

I went to the stone

And it read

The girl who never slept

Then I felt it

The wind picked up

It got colder

A hand touched my shoulder

I turn around

No ones there

I look back at the stone

I should have ran

There she was

Sitting in her summer dress

She looked at me and smiled

Don't forget to sleep, young child

The next few days

I didn't sleep

People would ask why I would weep

And at night not make a peep

By the fourth day

Of not getting sleep

I couldn’t speak

I didn’t know what to say

For she was right

those who don’t sleep

They constantly fight

To even stay alive

I should have listened

For I too

Have now gone to bed

For the last time