The sun is my enemy
I refuse to sleep
 so it may torture me faster
 The night is my friend
for it holds peace and promise I
know not during day
for the sun it angers me so
 for with it comes much stress and grief
 and in it my tears may not flow
 bu the blessed night holds much promise
 for the stress does leave me then
 and the tears left over from daylights toil 
then can flow freely without fear