To Be Or Not

To be or not

Poe hated sleep; slices of death he penned

Thinking, consciousness, memories to lend
moments that link to make a reason for time

Letters; words; thoughts; rhymes to stall
like a nervous person talking to avoid a fall
dreading that quiet scream; a dark call

Sanctuary disrupted; overwhelming our deeds
joy, pain void; partial choices with one need
well maybe two; to be or not to be
 
Form changes with waves of entropy
to believe or not to believe
less to least to nothing...A to Z

Sighing; we look away.