Member Poem

Day and night are now the same
Now that sleep plays its’ game
An evil game of sleep rhoulette
“How much sleep will she get?”
Tick. Tick. Tick. The hours pass
“How much longer will this last?”
Pills. Stretches. Lights off. Lights on.
Tossing, turning, “where has sleep gone?”
Count sheep. Read. Drink milk, they say
Still my nights become long days
Dreams are now delusions
Sleep is just an illusion
Someday I will be fixed
That is, if sleep still exists