Insomnia Poem by Sabat Khan

I’ve been up, I’ve been down,
mostly I’ve been sleeping around.
I’ve seen many faces, been to many places,
but never been through such an insomnia.

When I am done with things, I think of you.
In the new beginnings I think of you.
Oh, somebody help me or tell me whether I am supposed to be pleased or think of it as a disease.
Because this disease may cause my heart to cease.

Now, this is crazy,
this is stupid,
probably a smart work of cupid.
But even the cupid would let happen sweat dreams,
then why such an insomnia?

Now this has gone too far,
I feel as if I’m under a dilemma.
But people say it’s just a disbelief,
probably they think I am in ecstasy.
But even the ecstasy should provide some relief,
then why such an insomnia?

I’ve endured a lot and I want to break free,
as I can’t live this miserable life without you.
I’ve realized that you’re my insomnia,
and nothing else but you.