The dark night burns,
the tired hands churn,
the open files cry out to be clammed,
but there be no sleep for the damned.
Red eyes refuse to prop,
heavy head ready to drop,
the empty bed awaits to be manned,
but there be no sleep for the damned.
The neighbours tightly sleep,
From the lone window a light seeps,
Street-dogs howl at our predicament grand!
But there be no sleep for the damned.
Submissions beckon,
Projects threaten,
Books stack up to be crammed,
Surely, there be no sleep for the damned.
