A Poem For Your Thoughts

Narcolepsy

Is it so wrong to crave you, your siren's call profaned 

 From first rising to last call, it should be preordained 

 Instead I stave you off, with drink of potent brew 

 Begging to avoid, that which is overdue

 I claw to keep afloat, I struggle on in vain 

 though denying commonsense, I'm enamored with the strain

 I wander half alive, you keeping up in stride

 My weakness is your curse, my shambling's your pride 

 I toil in endeavors, undertake with practiced hand 

 Concern upon your lips, you cannot understand 

 You whisper your attention, entice with gentle pull

 Entrancing in your rhythm, filling head to full

 I loose with desperation, a roaring will exhaled 

 My wishes go unanswered, upon your greed impaled 

 Harried from the dawn, to all entrapping dusk, 

Sinking eyes too withered, brazen, now a husk, 

Understanding seared, upon every living cell 

 Enthralled upon command, eternally compelled 

 Frustration in my tears, you see now why I weep 

 I am cursed in longing, for the siren call of sleep