World Of Curtains

Sleep clutches
At my eyelids
Pulling me back
Into the world of curtains
Knitting my body
In drowsy dreams
I wrestle, unconscious
With subconscious
And conscious
As I stand on the cusp
Of these two fighting worlds
Murmuring reasons
To slip into one
Or fight into the other;
Just a few more minutes...
But I have to wake up!
I wrestle my strength
Even though I am still
Until I am forced
To choose simply one:
Eyes open or
Shut.