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.