Challenge
I'm posting this at midnight. Write a poem about your late nights, your aches, your laughs, your last thoughts before sleep, your dreams. Write about the way you feel, especially if right now is a late night.
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Sleepyhead Quatern
The side of sleep that never comes
Once ordered as post-dinner fare
Pretends delay as hems and hums
Become a vacant empty stare
For though your bed does warm invite
The side of sleep that never comes
And all around have said good-night
You pout or pray or twiddle thumbs
As counted sheep reach awesome sums
And hours tick by on yonder clock
The side of sleep that never comes
Begins to snigger, sneer, and mock
Because the fix was in this night
And sweetest dreams were turned to crumbs
You'll have to nab in 'morrows light
The side of sleep that never comes