by David Asamoah

Please pity me, I bear a thinker’s rage 

For Sleep and all her sweet unconscious charms 

How I have dreamt to be held in her arms 

To end Day’s chapter on Night’s unmarked page 

Please comfort me, for waking worries wage 

Chaos upon my mind no comfort calms 

Though thoughts of Night’s past reign numb anxious qualms 

They spare me not the doom of Dawn’s rampage

So swiftly did that starry kingdom fall 

And leave me to the tyranny of Day 

Where life’s misfortunes shine ever more bright 

And restless thoughts in agitation lay

Ready to answer woe’s far-reaching call

To chase my soul into a sleepless night.