Sleep Tight..

Five days.
Five days without sleep.
It may sound easy,
but it clearly was not.

My hands shook,
I gazed at my bed,
and my spine tingled.
My eyes burn.

Never ending wakeful state.

Your mind starts to see things.
Not think rationally.
You are not you.

You are your subconscious self.

Someone you never see.
Never should.
Never want to see.

This 'you' is irrational.

This you is me.
Who is writing now?
Not I.

Surely not.

It isn't.

I am not myself.

I am someone else.

Someone completely opposite.
I am irrational.

Also, when your brain lacks sleep,
it begins to imagine things.

Is this real?
Does it sound real?

Will you believe that it is?
Or just some strange rantings,
of a lovelorn author,
seeking sleep?
Will you believe her,
when you read this?

No, I didn't think so.

I hope you sleep well tonight,
I know I will.