Insomniac Psycho Poem by Lima Rose

I lie down in my bed
Hoping to sleep
But, No! I cannot sleep.
I see the ceiling fan
Above my head
Like a flower with invisible petals.
I look through the window
But I find everything
Is fast asleep.
Its only me, that is awake
Because I have insomnia.

The night is beautiful and calm.
The leaves are still
And I have a thrill
That I am not asleep
I am up, up for the night.
Sometimes I sit up,
Then I lie down
Maybe I will walk through my room
Even if I am not thirsty
I drink gallons of water.
Because sleep is not for me,
And I have insomnia.

Sometimes I feel its hot
And sometimes its cold.
Now there is a guest for me
A mosquito singing to
Drink my blood.
Do you also have insomnia?
I ask my guest.
It is the only company
I have, so I do not want
To shoo u away my dear guest.
And I hope you can be
My night friend.

I count the seconds and minutes
In the clock.
I peep to my mobile phone
Half-expecting any buddy’s SMS.
But I know that
Its me who has insomnia,
And not them I know.

Again I lie down.
I want to sleep.
I close my eyes,
But it opens up without
My permission.
My minds loses to thought
About the day after
This dreadful night.
And that’s why
I do not sleep.

My eyes are running
Throughout my room
It has caught the flickering night lamp
Which seemed like a firefly
In the black dark forest.
I feel the shaky-headed doll
Is shaking its stupid head
Looking and teasing at the sleepless me.

Oh! No, I don’t like the room I sleep.
The bed I sleep is not good.
I wonder if there are spirits around.
Yeah! I hear noises and whistles.
But even if the room is not the same
And the bed is changed.
Sleep is not for me
Because I have insomnia.
And all these claims
The sad truth that,
“I am an insomniac psycho”.