Insomniac

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

by Maya Angelou

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tthe narrator should have more life in her voice
Simple yet beautiful
Nice concept for a poem well done hey
A good nights sleep is a blessing. Many of us at one time or another have find it difficult sometimes to go to sleep. We think of any thing or any way to help us get a good nights sleep. I have a few poems related to sleep. Sleep, Sunrise & Sunset, & Then Comes the Night Short and sweet.
A tragedy, it happens to us all. Sleep is vital to survive.
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