Insomnia


Being awake when the world is at rest
Is probably the worst of life's many tests
Lying awake in the dead of the night 
With a thousand thoughts that shine so bright 

Haunted by memories of a past so wild 
Cigarette smoke lingers in the breeze so mild
The minutes keep ticking over on the clock 
And overthinking everything is barely a shock

The flickering TV is just a tiny distraction
Still unable to sleep, regardless of the action
So many problems and so few solutions
The silence of night in complete dissolution

The days are long and the nights even longer
With every second, the pain gets stronger
Day in, day out it’s the same cold routine
An endless looping of the same old scene

It’s sad but true; there’s no rest for the weary
Only vexing inhibitions that make you teary
Insomnia is a curse, it's so dark and unkind
It's hell on the body and even worse on the mind

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