Wide awake

Sleep brings no joy to me,
remembrance never dies.
my soul is never nightmare free,
and lives in cursed sighs.

Sleep brings no rest to me,
for shadows of the dead
my wakening eyes may never see
surroundings of my bed.

Sleep brings no hope to me
to soothe me and repair,
the dead gaze on, how scornfully,
and stare at my despair.

And only sleep I wish to get,
the one I'd not restrain,
my only hope is to forget
In endless sleep of bane.