Sleep
It should be something
That gives you a new way
Of looking at things

But
Sometimes it reveals
Something else, a darker
Thing, lurking within

That
Makes you restless
The bleeding of your soul
A cry and a sob

It
Be better yes
In a perfect world but
That is how it is

In
The life that we
Have, sorry as it is
Make the best of it

For
There is n'other
Choice but to live in it
Or die every day

Don't
Take the latter
Tis the former, that heals
The damaged heart

Then
Sweet dreams will
Follow and the spirit
Will rejuvinate