Sleepless

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I had this posted in Novice poet/critic but I thought I'd see how it held up here (:

Do not wish to Sleep do I
Though nothing very urgent cries
And Heavy has long been my eyes
This silence oft broken by sighs

I do will to walk outside... yet,
No will is summoned to take stride
Instead I sit with time to bide
And wait for the world to rise

I'm trying to figure out the reasoning behind the dispersed use of capital letters. I'm getting nothing. This is a questionably quaint quip. Still, it's nice reading a poem I completely understand every now and then. That's why I love Bukowski. Man's simpler than a batch o' babes at a Playboy party.

You have a bit of cliche running through the first stanza. I would consider revising, with less agony involved. Thanks for the read.