Hamlet soliliquy insomnia
'To sleep, or, not to sleep?
That is the question
Whether it is nobler in the mind
To heave the leaded unslept eyes of sleep
Adrift in that uncertain hour
Between the hem of dawn
And sombre headed night
Or drink the hemlock of dispair
And sleep herewith eternally
In some far distant land?
I, but there's the rub
For in that sleep of death
What dreams may come?
When we have shuffled off our mortal duvets
Must give us pause,
And wrench thus the heavy eyed soul of heaven
With a careful prayer
And thus without relent
Allow the troubled heart and troubled thoughts
No rest but beckon in the coming dawn
With one last stretch
One final yawn
Alas I melt and thaw into a dew!
yvette smith march 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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