I dont really know what to call this...

ok, this is the first poem ive written since i was about 6, so please be nice i guess it was written at 3 am due to lack of sleep and boredom. it has no name, and im not even sure if its any good. any constructive comments appreciated.

That oh,
So sacred moment,
Between the silence,
And the sleep.
When lives,
Are cut short,
And lies,
Become a dream.
When people,
Forget their past,
And future,
Reality.

And when I,
Lay down to rest,
Your eyes,
Watch over me.

This life,
Is oh so brutal,
And people,
Are oh so tough,
But you,
You are so gentle,
Yet to me,
You stay a dream.

I hate the,
Aquard moment,
Between the silence,
And the sleep.
When lives,
Are cut short,
And lies,
Become a dream.

Stunned. That's good.

*clap clap*

thank you both.