A Deep Sleep

And when I wake, all that I want to do is sleep—
dream some more, these momentary comforts keep,
for I'm worn out. It's true, there's nothing left,
spent, used up, I'm empty and bereft. 
I never sleep, for goodness sake—
never am I quite awake—
How can I face the day?
Make it all the way?
Please, God, give rest,
slumber blest,
a deep
sleep.