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Sleepless Slumber

And sleep would not come
and the hours ticked by
and the clock moved, but slowly
and still,
sleep would not come

Stirring from the bed,
a glass of water,
a book
awake
and still,
sleep would not come

“God! Let me sleep!”
anything, my kingdom for some rest
and still,
sleep would not come

And around, the globe turned on its axis
and the night slowly turned to day
and just before the cock crowed
and just before dawn arose
slumber came

Published inPoetry