Oh sleep, you hide from me until the dawn
I lay awake through the dark of the night
My head on my soft pillow until morn
When I awake from a nightmare with fright.
Sleep you escape me in the night time hours,
Time lying awake which should be sleeping
Oh, how can I overcome your powers?
You leave me lying there alone weeping.
Oh to sleep perchance to dream of my sweet
Is but a day dream that I allude to
For we will never again meet or greet
And there is really nothing I can do.
To lay alone between the sheets awake
Is a pastime I wish not to partake.
A bird can't fly but the wings so a man can't dream if there is no sleep... lovely sonnet with the tinge of sorrow
i used to sleep too much that was my pleasure now poetry doest allow me to sleepmuch, you write a beutiful sonnet with graet flow.. i liked it
Ah elusive Morpheus many a night have I wished for your touch. As a part time insomniac I know what it is to lie awake. You have managed to capture it completely, except my pillows always feel like stone. 10/10 David. =: OD BB
a subtle poem indeed! i wonder it is on sleep or on vigils! nicely done......
A sleepless night brings into our mind a train of painful memories often! If we are able to sleep away, we will be rid of all nagging thoughts! Sleep is nature's balm! May you be blessed with sound sleep and be visited by beautiful dreams of your union with your beloved! My prayers! !
I love sonnets, even about sleeplessness. Well. you got a good poem out of it. A FINE JOB
a very nice heartfelt sonnet written by you David...how beautifully you have cited the situations of many who do not get peaceful sleep at night, we just lie awake on bed and stare at the roof, its really so horrifying, not getting a peaceful sleep! a very good write
I guess we've all been there. Restless mind syndrome, I call it. Maybe that's the ideal time to work on our poems! You did a good job on yours!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Getting good sleep is a bliss. There are many who 'lay awake through the dark of the night'. You stated the plight of many through your own feelings in your poem. Mind is strange. How do we keep it free from all thoughts to get restful sleep? Thank you for another nice sonnet.