Elusive Slumber

Distortion in my voice,
I speak in hoarse inflections.
With every breath, I smell
the scent of mucus.
Another tissue pulled
from a half-empty box.
Both geysers spew forth,
the nasal duet sings on.

To be able to sleep
without expulsions or sneezing.
Just a few hours I ask
from my orifice band.
I beg for a respite,
yet the plea is ignored.
Rest is calling me,
I want to feel whole once more.