I lie here, watching seconds slide away,
With pre-dawn colours lighting up the sky,
And wish I could command sleep: “go” or “stay”
And know that it would mock me if I try.
Great roaring yawns rip through me with each breath
Demanding I drop everything and snooze.
As soon as I begin to droop, excess
Of undreamt dreams assault my senses, too!

Perhaps the half would have been wise at first,
I didn’t think that I would have to train!
Kicked off with such an energetic burst,
Then fizzled after midnight, the acclaim
No longer strong enough to dull the thirst
For R.E.M. sleep, or a working brain.

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Form: Sonnet.

I started this in hour fifteen, and fell asleep at the computer. Here it is then, the hurdle that felled me. Catching up would be easy enough, but not in line with the rules. One poem an hour… and I slept for two-and-a-half hours straight. I dream pretty vividly, but not in verse.