I would utter words I understood,
if sleep didn't grip my soul, I would.
It's a terrible moment as I wearily sway,
thinking about dreams at bay.
I could have sworn, just days ago,
it came so easily, like deaths cold grasp,
but now it's torture just to think about it.
It's like being thirsty, but never able to quench,
or hungry and ravenous, but no morsel in sight.
What has become of me?
Has a curse been set upon me,
so that I shall never close my eyes again?
Oh Lord, bless me. Take away this blight!
I want to rest,
in peacefulness to-night.