Insomnia Poem by Azarok Koraza

Waking up is something to do

As the sunshine starts to blind

The morning dew as you ready

Hands becoming more steady

Eyes uncrusted bones unrust

Joins snap & pop as you hop

But I, I never knew the morning.

Sleep to me, just a myth.

I only saw my eyelids in blinks

Just one by one never forty.

As the sun rises I was already done.

All the fun already had

Only 18years but near to mad.

No not like being sad but sane.

Live in the fast lane but I still pass.

As I never crash.

Today is your Sunday,

but to me its still Monday.

As my enemy is with me.

Daymares as night is filled with light.

Filled my body with spite.

It's like taken flight without wings.

It's like falling up as a bubble could.

It's Death in never ending life.

Shadows move until grown across the whole room.

I watch them consume all like my mind does my soul.

Its Monday again & you all feel drawl but I,

I still only lived one day.

But hey isn't a 24hour day a gift?

NO.

As I watched the light flick across from me

As I lay still, praying for my soul the lord to keep,

but I never do sleep.

Does this mean my soul is my own or,

has it been thrown into the sea for the beasts.

As your night brings needed slumber,

it only brings me a feeling of falling under.

My mind races trying to find rest.

That master of hide and seek.

it feels a little bleak

Searching & searching the entire sea of thought.

But only one is ever had,

Why can't I sleep.........

Oh my enemy insomnia, you have master'd me.

As I live weeks in a single day.

Tears roll bye like the sunsets of this cycle.

-sigh- This has been one long week,

This 18years of life.