Insomniac

O! I can’t simply sleep
In the scent of the midnight deep
On the time of the early dawn
My eyes open as the lion’s moan.

O! I can’t simply sleep
When it is simple and too cheap
Were all poor and rich can fairly get
But I can’t even glimpse more so met

O! I can’t simply sleep
If my bed is warm and silent beep
These thoughts injects caffeine strength
May keep me awake for three nights a length.

Is it a cunning disease
Or sleep fairy’s tease
I tried counting thousand herds of sheep
But O! I can’t simply sleep.

Looking at our olden Britannica
It seems that I have insomnia!



*April 25, 2002 Thursday; written out of desperate sleeplessness and unreleased thoughts to the Great Void.