Insomniac

by
 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.

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - InsomniacEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...


Top Maya Angelou Poems

Analysis and Comments on Insomniac

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Insomniac here.