One night about a week ago I couldn't sleep. I laid awake and the first two lines came to me. I finished the poem the next day, tired as I was.
Last Night Sleep, Oh elusive wisp of rest. You run and hide your arms from me. I chase, then fall and lie awake 'Til finally I rise To face a tired day.
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