I have battled with him
indiviually in my bed.
But he is so strong that
defeats me and makes me sad.
I was well prepared by
exhausting myself enough.
yet, he knows my name
and i am the one he falls in love.
Being caught and
enslaved by him.
he just engulfs my dream
and makes my life dim.
he is a dictator,
forcing the slave to think and feel.
NO APPEAL,
until he gives you a chance to sleep.
The war isnt for a day,
depends on how he says.
maybe just today,
or until May.
I am dismayed after losing the war.
i have a friend with insomnia so i know how bad it can get. dont be so discouraged though, i think you'll find a way around it...
nicely put, i can identify with this, i don't sleep when my mind is troubled, i have written one called 'the librarian'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Insomnia is indeed our enemy