Ephemeral Slumber

As a soldier weighted with weapons,
I trudge day's path drearily.
At night I lay down my armaments,
And proceed to bed most wearily.

But still I fight
The darkness of night
That threatens
A comfortable sleep.

Battle the pillows,
Assault the sheets,
Tossing and turning,
Pre-dawn feels like weeks.

"See it. Be it,"
Visualize what this peace might be.
When I can't let go of day's struggles,
Night offers no comfort for me.