100. A Sonnet on Sleepless Nights

a poem about sleepless nights in the style of William Shakespeare.

Upon the twilight's breath, where shadows creep,  

In restless chambers of a weary mind,  

The stars above do twinkle, yet they sleep,  

While I, a captive, in this night confined.  

O cruel hours that stretch like endless tides,  

With whispered thoughts that dance upon my brow,  

Each tick of time, a phantom that abides,  

For peace eludes me, here, I know not how.  

The moon doth cast her silver on the ground,  

Yet in its glow, I find no sweet reprieve,  

For every sigh, a heavy heart unbound,  

In solitude, my spirit learns to grieve.  

Yet in this dark, a spark of hope may rise,  

For dawn shall break, and with it, brighter skies.