Sonnet #1: Insomnia
Shall I lay sleepless each and ev'ry night,
And burn with moonlit lust to dream again?
Shall I then write by fading candlelight
With mind and soul assailed by constant din?
The moon shines down through lonely window panes
As if to mock my troubled state of mind.
My pen spits blood upon the page in vain
As words grow harder still for me to find.
Insomnia still holds me by the throat,
The clock, it reads a quarter after five,
Yet with the curse such sleeplessness denotes,
It's at this time I know that I'm alive.
So has this demon then become a friend,
Oh never let this waking wonder end.