The Voices Of Insomnia
There are nights that I wonder,
Wondering why I am forced to sink down under.
Choked by deception,
gagged by depression.
It just never stops.
There are nights I sit in my room and write poems just like this.
I sit back and think of all the things in life I have missed.
Losing the game that I have played for so long.
It isn't exactly what I'd have in mind for a day.