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Insomnia

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Insomnia
I-n-s-o-m-n-i-a
Eight letters
With
One meaning
Keeping me up at night
With
Wide awake eyes
With
Red lines
pumping
Through the veins
Around the
Dark brown pupils
Like
Trains avoiding a car
Stuck in the middle
Of their tracks
Blocking possibility
Of reaching it’s destination
Stiff shoulders
Hands stuck with glue
And
Pale unblanketed
Feet
Trembling
Distinguished in the
Chilly air
Air that brings goose bumps to my arms
And
Straightens the hair on the back of my neck
A mind
Unshakeable
Not even
A tsunami
Of memories
Could tear apart the
Concentration
From the thoughts
Running through
a glare plastered on the wall
As the aging beige stripes on the wallpaper
Slowly peel
A tenth of a millimeter
Gone
Like the seconds
Wasted
On the thoughts
That refuse to cease
One thought after
Another
Reminiscing by force
Without a break
A never ending
Chain of torture
Called life
These thoughts
Instead of needed sleep
When dawn arises
Darkness creeps away
And colors creaking through my window
Welcome the new day
I lift myself out of bed
And towards the mirror
Dark gray circles
Surround my eyes
Like the dying flowers
In the middle of winter
Insomnia
I-n-s-o-m-n-i-a
Eight letters
But one meaning
Keeping me up at night





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