Poetry : Insomnia

Insomnia

Unrested eyes stare blankly at the well-lit screen
It finds the ceiling interesting at 3 in the morning
The smooth clear white paint is deafeningly mute
I am utterly incapable of making myself fall asleep
A full night of sleep is a luxury I've only rarely tasted
The morning light starts to peek through the blinds
I'm still nursing the headache I've had all night long
It is painful to think and it is agonizing to try to sleep
Insomnia is an excruciatingly distressing limbo 
I would not wish it upon my most spiteful enemies




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