My poem for english do you like it bloop

The Nature of  Sleep 

Noises bothering you at a constant rate
chores and duties start to stack up
Eyes collasping and what seems like fate
But the sink yet collects another cup

Papers and papers mile high
the coziness calling you to bed
Sleeping is like without the commitment of to die
You can do chores and dream instead

And when you start to inherit heavy eyes
Caressed from warmth by every angle
Forgetting about the world that lies
Problems and worries start to untangle

You’re fading away into the deep
Entering the great Nature of sleep