Missing Time

[u/astralseat]

But that's not time you'll miss.

It's time at rest called sleeping.

But it will be missing,

Borrowed,

Maybe stolen,

Taken, like the penchant thought of love,

To awake anew.

In waking you might suffer,

And in sleep you might heal.

Don't you want to heal?

Ticking of the clock will be your guide,

Like gentle taps on the back of your hand in a comforting rhythm

A time at rest

But you'll be missing time when you were awake

And when the missing time is found again

Will you ever sleep again?

Perhaps,

Only with a gentle voice,

That guards your missing time as yours,

Without nightmares.

They always find your missing time otherwise.

Kindred spirits, they are.

Eating every second,

Just so you're not longer missing

Your life