Sleepless Nights

Here’s another sonnet, Shakespearean this time– literally, since this one is by The Bard himself. Not all of us are so lucky to be kept awake by the agony of distant love. So, for today’s question, tell me what keeps you up at night? Or what runs through your mind just before you drop off?

Sonnet 27

Weary with toil I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travail tired,
But then begins a journey in my head,
To work my mind when body’s work’s expired.
For then my thoughts from far where I abide,
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see,

Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel hung in ghastly night
Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.

Lo, thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.


3 thoughts on “Sleepless Nights

  1. I stay up at night worried about everything that I can’t do anything about. lol. It’s not the best way to be so it’s gotten to where I can either write non-sense in my journal until I fall asleep, or I have to talk to Ryan until I can’t stay awake anymore. lol.

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