Laying Down With Shadows.

Comforted in pillows, and content under sheets...
My eyes give way to bags, that droop in mounds of sleep.
I want a new awakening, I want some rest assured,
But I find it difficult to relax, with the Shadow's lurking lure...

Time is passing close, time is ticking away,
With every waking hour, brings frustration to delay.
I wish they would stop staring, I wish they could be gone,
But I find it hard to drift, with strangers standing on my lawn...