I think I'm sleepwalking

Stumbling through this syrupy stupor

Dazed and directionless

As I pass into this new place

I know I've been here before

Going through the motions

Tripping tactlessly towards nothing

Fumbling over my own feet

Waking me could do more damage

You shouldn't wake a sleepwalker

Someone shaking me senseless

Might do me more damage

A gentle voice breathes into my ear

Guarding and guiding me

Like an angel beside me

A whisper of wings to save me

Hope lightens my heavy eyes

Soft singing saves my spirit

I think I'm sleepwalking

But I'm not even sure I'm asleep anymore

Hey everyone!!!  I've never been sleepwalking to my knowledge so I'm imagining I know what it's like here. I had fun with some alliteration in this poem rather than rhyme. Let me know what you think. I hope you enjoyed it. 

-- Eliana