There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.
Leave a guest comment (subject to review)
Comments
1 - 6 of 6
-
What a brilliant description of insomnia. I also am amazed at how many writers are plagued with not being able to sleep, as if slumber is this elusive object that we try to grasp, yet it always falls through our fingers. This is so simple, yet it has so much more meaning to one such as myself that can hardly ever fall asleep.
-
I think it's very interesting how so many writers suffer from insomnia. I find myself going through times where I cannot sleep no matter what but it's also when I am most creative. I like this and I found it easy to relate to.
-*Misty*- -
Very deep. I never thought someone could describe insomnia like this..it's very well captured, as if she's delved deep into the soul of restlessness.
-
Ah, insomnia, I know it well. Perfectly worded poem. I shall now have to read more of her work.
-
Wonderfully simple and simply wonderful – Albert
-
A very simple treatment of the sleeplessness I think we've nearly all experienced. Especially when we have to be up early. And we know tomorrow's a busy day.
Adding your comment:
1 - 6 of 6
