Kept Without Sleep.

Rolling mists persistently Invade my dim sight. Wandering attention benumbs Brain's activity, blinded by light. The sheer depth of a sigh helps close Eyes, which glaze at the lightning Drop of a tin tray - loud but what care I If you threaten thus, that I will die When I fall asleep, - but sleep I must. The brain was created to give in To stupor, then to renew, so I have to Give place to the need, and sleep too. Breathing deeper I doze into states Between dreaming and waking, until Body starts, then trembles begin, as Aware of the shock of each violent shaking, I try hard to lift up heavy head. Pleading, I dropp to my knees, Offering gold if I can but unfold My taut upright frame, and again Take the natural ease of someone asleep. So, let me sleep please, Or, otherwise soon I will be dead.