In the darkness of the twilight,
that's when i find myself against my hardest fight.
Insomnia spells once again...please not tonight,
It's been days now, my brain doesn't seem to be working right.
I watch the world sleep before me
nights unforgiving, I pray for morning.
Why can't I explore a world of dreams,
instead i ponder under the silence of moonbeams.
I am just another typical insomniac,
fighting through another insomnia attack.
I listen and watch a few insects flicker away,
one last cigarette tonight as it ever so slowly turns to day.
Wishing of dreaming like everyone else,
instead stuck in my mind battling myself.
For god sake i'm on day six,
insomnia go away, haunt someone else for your sick fix.
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I would like to translate this poem
I feel very sorry for the Insomniac. People may not understand how these people feel! Just a small idea. think about something that you are not interested in. For example a movie made you to snore. Try to think about it. Out of boredom people may sleep...