Insomnia Poem by Alaude Solus

Insomnia



One couldn’t think straight
The hour hand struck mid-eleven
Lying down on bed
Thinking how the day was even

Heavy, teary eyes at night
And one’s drained energy
One forgets the alphabet
But only remembers Z

Clock strikes to twelve
One’s eyes start to close
Dreams start to conquer one’s thoughts
And one begins to doze

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