Nightly Battle

somnolence descends upon my soul
weaving dreams upon my brow
reality now in exile, chased away
forgotten duties from sleep's creep

books and papers in disarray
the lure of peace too demanding
a pencil falls powerless
from an immobile hand

irresistible calls from phantasms
swell in crescendo and overtake
the reluctant, weakened overlord
ensnaring clarity within the psyche

prevailing thunderworld threshes
dark memories and light wishes
drawing the sleepless deeper within
assailing and buffeting defenseless