No Sleep for the Wicked, Poem

Poem About Not Being Able to Sleep, No Sleep for the Wicked

robritt
No Sleep for the Wicked

On soft tender feet, the night it does creep
But no where does sleep come
I lay in the bed, with visions in my head
And try to relax for a while
But my eyes they don't close, as I repose
The night it seems will be endless
What can I do, to help myself snooze
As words swirl round my head
With all my might, I have a sleepless night
No peace it seem is out there
Could it be real, or is my world surreal?
As the long night goes on
I toss and turn, with sleep just spurned
I might as get forget it
Maybe their right, I should just give up the fight
No sleep for the wicked will come

Published by robritt

A polio survivor, that tries to swim twice a week, lives with a fatal disease called Aplastic anemia, however believe we all need to live life to the fullest; no matter your age or condition. An author of t...  View profile

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  • cathiesbloggs12/2/2007

    I know this!!..Great Article!!

  • Question Everything11/14/2007

    Very cool - I love the rhyme between the middle and the end of the line. Poe did that a lot, and I have always found it intriguing.

  • Lisa Riggs11/14/2007

    I've had far too many nights like this~ Great poem, I enjoyed!!

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