Creaseless warm bed Soft pillow under head Sleep tightening noose Just then hell broke loose. Breaking through that spell A remote warning bell Prised open the eyes In streaming rhymesβ disguise! Dayβs stress though immense Mind strained in patience To find from maze a clue For images one or two! In that poetic trance Sleep lost all its chance In an agonizing dingdong Clock said night was long. The bed became one of thorn Sleep died poems were born Some trapped some were gone Like night lost at dawn.