Sleep, that Cruel Maiden

Written by Alejandro Neufeld

Sleep is a maiden whose embrace eludes,

my longing cries and desperate whispers.

As minutes become hours I’m forced to choose,

but my choice is wrong and my mind blisters

Perhaps there’s a divine reason for this,

a great discovery stumbled upon.

I can feel it just like a nagging itch.

No, no wait! I had it, now it’s long gone.

Morning dew arrives and birdsong begins.

Hopes of a restful night evaporate.

Sleep is a maiden whose games I can’t win.

Her mocking voice echoes within my brain.

I wrote this to try and bargain with her.

Alas, her cold shoulder leaves me unsure.

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