Sleep,
She sweeps me off my feet.
She's like a friend I never had,
I never had 'cause she makes me sad.

The way she drains me of my fatigue
Only to find teacher asking
"Are you sleeping in my class?"
Which sounds more like a fact than a question
Which makes me feel like I only have one answer option....."yes"
Which makes me worried for my education.

Sleep.
She comes in the middle of my revision,
Blurring my future goal and vision,
Tricking me with her sweet worlds of delight
and I hesitate to fight
sleep.

"You are sleeping in my class!"
Teacher says but this time,
this time with a certainty like no other
oh brother,
it was another one of her tricks
sleep.

Teacher quotes
"A little sleep, a little slumber and poverty creeps in"
Her words linger in my mind over and over again,
"Poverty creeps in, poverty creeps in
poverty creeps in, poverty creeps in"
until it becomes a lullaby and I fall asleep again

But you see,
Sleep is not empathetic,
she is a hypocrite.
She tends to abandon me at night when I need her the most
she's busy cradling other people's cries and leaving mine alone
Insomnia, however, is never late to work.

Sleep is apathetic to my pleas and has no mercy when I'm in pain
Sleep-filled days and sleepless nights
introduced me to overthinking, another fright

It was not until recently that I realized sleep is a devil in disguise
that it was just a matter of conquering the problems in my mind
and to my surprise
I was able to unwind

Sleep,
I have learnt your ways
you should know
you won't catch me anymore
it's time for you to go.

 -Misi