Elusive Sleep

Sleep. It eludes me, chased away by endless pain...
I lay upon my bed, but the thoughts move ever clearer
through my head. Pictures, memories, chasing each
other around in the playground of my mind.
I sit up..the moon is creeping across the night sky..
I creep slowly along with her.

Sleep. Always teasing me. My eyes drift slowly shut, 
but you are there, ever smiling in my thoughts, 
and again sleep dashes off. Laughing at me, daring me 
to chase him, knowing I am too weak to catch him.
And as I stare in hopelessness at the words upon a page,
the pictures on the screen, or the moon
inching its way across the night...
the torture ends as I slip off into a void of blackness.
Laying my battle-tired body against the bed.