Sleep (is it overrated?) #Fiction(7)

“Sleep is overrated”, they say.

But how could it be so? Because when you lay No one would really know The scenes that play Like the way streams flow

You could be in another world,

Where you live your happy fantasies.

A land where even the clouds can twirl,

And there are no tragedies.

Or you could be living your own nightmare

Where you’re fighting to survive.

A place where your worst monsters stare

And you struggle to thrive.

Whether it’s a nightmare

Or a fantasy

Being able to sleep is rare,

For me it won’t come so naturally.

For an insomniac

Or for those plagued by unknown demons,

Dreams are an attack or a clapback that throw you off track

But you don’t have to understand our reasons.

At the end of the day,

Most of us envy you.

You whose dreams are rarely grey

And where you love the view.

This is rare for us,

So simple for you.

We see it as a plus.

We wish we could dream like you too.

Oh I wish I could sleep and dream Of wonderful escapes, away from the screams.

So is it overrated?

Or is it just something so wonderful taken for granted?

– SB

Hey guys, back with another poem. This one goes out to all the insomniacs and sleep deprived people out there.

I suppose, sometimes we all wish we could dream too.

See you soon. (Also, the line between fiction and reality is very blurry, if you haven’t noticed yet 🙂 )