Her eyes droop,
But sleep is far.
Her hands reach out,
Desperate yet tired,
But peace is far.

Circles is all she knows,
Circles is all she tries to escape,
And yet, circles are all that bind her.
She tries,
It's not that she doesn't,
And yet, trying is all she seems to do.

A breakaway seems bleak,
A dream made of rainbows,
Magical, in the truest sense,
Untrue, in the realest sense.

But hope,
They say hope is the most powerful,
The words echo around,
Her mind, a hollow void,
And she wonders,
She wonders what it is that she hopes for.

Yet, she keeps the fight going,
She thinks it's for sleep,
A peaceful sleep,
But there's a certain emptiness,
An emptiness so profound,
So obvious it stays hidden beneath fables.
They say, "treat yourself",
But her wallet's empty,
And so she forces sleep onto herself.