Insomniac Poem by Fasika Ayalew

Sleepless as she is
She stares up…
Lying on her back in her bed
Feeling her burning hands
She stares up, her eyes gaze
An endless journey her mind race
Jumping hurdle after hurdles
Yet many ones to come
Trying to sleep
She is burning
In her stomach feeling severe pain
This world to forget
Her feelings she stifle
In a world of paradox she is deeply in
A big echo inside of her resonates
“I wish I were interested in what money can buy
Never search for truth than ask the question why”
Why the hatred while she can love
Why the jealousy while she can have
Echo again…
“Oh! For a life so short
Why don’t I take a shot “
Sleepless as she is
Midst her fingers her cigar she lit
Puff in…out…p-u-f-f
Till she goes to sleep
Only for a brief moment
To close her eyes’ shutter
But her weary mind wanders
For truth, love and purity
Restless…
Right away the birds sing
It’s another morning
Back to the world
With fake feeling
Fake smile
Empty promise
Seeking hearts that can not ease
Yet she believes
As sleepless as she is
That she will find truth