Analysis of Deprivation

In the realm of slumber, you will not find me there.
It's one of many burdens; this deprivation.
My mind is in constant motion, filled with contemplation.
Dreams are slowly fading.
Replaced with nightmares; too lucid to comprehend.
A stutter of a single breath.
Temperature running hot like fire; yet I am laying here frozen.
Dry ice under a summer's sun. An unbalanced fever.
In the realm of slumber, I am forbidden to enter.
A peaceful place; a voidless aspiration.
Vertigo seems inevitable.
Life plays out like a flicker book.
Microsleep at its finest, photo by photo like a view finder.
I dream, and I dream, but it's only daydreams.
A spaced out insomniac; yet I am wide awake.
Lead me to the place I want to wander.
In this realm of slumber,
I will only sleep but an hour....