Through the pain of loss
and the frustration of the heart
my body has developed a fondness for sleep
the depths of which go beyond simple
traversing into addiction,
lulling the body into a state of
and despite activity.
Constantly craving to succumb
into a dark abyss of sensory blindness,
in which I neither see, nor feel
And which, upon waking,
I half-heartedly reason that my sleep
was not a peaceful one (as a reason for its length),
when in reality,
The abyss in which I know nothing,
is the realm in which I wish to stay.