Insomnia Poem by Daya Nandan

Insomnia

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I am sleepless under the black sky, blood shot eyes through the night,
A blight upon me, awake in darkness, unfocused in daylight,
I cant sleep when i want to, i can't stay asleep for as long as i desire,
It's eating my mind, slowly killing my life's fire,

Insomnia is evil, a truly a terrible curse,
My pills don't work, it keeps getting worse and worse,
With insomnia, you're never really asleep, you're never really awake,
With Insomnia, your unfocused mind can't differentiate between real and fake,

Nothing seems real, everything becomes far away,
Your unfocused mind cannot think of the the right words to say,
My memory gets compromised, your vision becomes blur,
Your performance in everything sucks, driving becomes a fear,

You cant concentrate on the road, you just want to doze off and sleep,
Risking an accident that will kill many, making many families weep,
My soul is unrested, my mind is unfocused and my body is unwell,
Insomnia is slowly makes my life a f*cked up living hell,

Fatigue surrounds me, i become irritable and blind,
Clouded vision of the heavy eyes is a danger to the mind,
I'm up all night because I have insomnia, my mind is never rested well,
A heavy state of drowsiness during the day, my life is a living hell,

During the day it’s a battle against drooping eyelids of my sleepy eyes,
During the night, its a curse of sleeplessness upon even the darkest skies,
Truly a wizard's curse chosen from the darkest of evil spells,
A prison of the mind, body and soul from the most torturous of prison cells,

Sleep is the interest we have to pay on the capital which is called in at death,
If the payment is delayed, we become closer to drawing our last breath,
But the higher the rate of interest and the more regularly it is paid,
The further the date of redemption is postponed, t he slower our body starts to fade,

When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep,
When all ways has failed including counting fluffy sheep,
Insomnia will harm you, worse than a swinging sword,
And then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle,sleep
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