Sleepless Nights

Sloth or creation?

Image of a city at night

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

Poetry

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