Sleepless Nights

Sleepless nights
Sloth or creation?

Why oh why
when sleep is elusive
does my mind refuse
to be creative
It's like an illness
a stubborn child's game
one where the winner
is the most useless
The house is filled
with hums and snores
The world outside
dark and silent
But here in my head
the game's afoot
Succumb to sloth
or fight the good fight
These words a treatise
to an effort made
Not much heart here
I think it's time for bed

Photo by Jason Willaird (1983-2016), used by permission

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