Monday, April 1, 2013


I'm very tired, I want to go to sleep
And yet, it seems that as I lie in bed
The fruits of rest I cannot seem to reap
I guess I'll write myself some stuff instead

I wonder if it's wise to spend this time
On writing sonnets in the dead of night.
Just iterating uninspired rhymes
I guess that one might even call them “trite”

This time would be much better spent on rest 
Yet I'm afraid that may not be a choice.
While this scenario is not the best,
If I can find a rhyme, I will rejoice.

If I complete this couplet, I may keep
my sanity intact, if I can sleep.

Why, yes, this was written on the same night that I wrote one of my blog posts about sleep deprivation. The second one, if I remember correctly.

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