Wakefulness

Wakefulness is a bane
For the slowly-going-insane.
When every wakeful moment
Is an immersion in torment,
Then sleep is what you need.
But Hades does not pay heed
And nightmares toss you around.
Human dragons abound.
Tragic fates spelt out,
Wistful pasts play out,
Loves and dreams come true,
Yet terror does it brew.
Desires are made plain,
Enemies slay or slain.
The one you love is yours,
But loved ones don't rejoice.

You wake up with a tear,
A dreadful future fear.
A sorry past you try
To forget and not to pry.
You look around the room
With a sense of impending doom.
Yet, the day has just begun
But your heart's already undone.
Another day, overcast,
You pray, "Oh, be the last!"

Another sleepless nights poem. Had some alone-time with a coffee in a Starbucks.