Insomniac

Created: September 16, 2011

One…Two…Three…Crap!
Counting sheep isn't working.
It’s almost sunrise yet my eyes are still weary,
swollen, and with dark circles around.
Pshaw! Its eye bags have I got.
Back to sleep, back…please?
But, I just can’t.


Turning right… turning left…
or maybe I should lie down straight, 
shouldn't I?
Cover myself under a blanket,
cuddling my pillows tight
and never move that much,
would it be best?


“Just think of one thing”, a very dear friend says.
“…a circle maybe…” she added.
I stayed focused off to bed that night doing as she says.
On first hand, it was melancholic memoirs that polluted my mind;
I shook my head--No!
Then divert to happy funny positive thoughts to bring out the good vibes.


Focused on one thing, focus! I told myself.
But hell! What was I thinking?
I couldn’t think good enough.
I’m I feeling so stressed out?
How can’t I think when everything got rumbling on my head?
I badly really need to try thinking nothing at all,
I wish I can.


Then another solution came popping in my hyper active brain cells
as it apprises me to guzzle hot milk.
And so, I got myself up and dose one glass,
assumpting it will help.


Tic-tac… tic-tac!
I could still hear the sound of the clock as it advances another hour ahead.
Is the clock right?
Why does it run so fast?
Kindly please stop?
Frustration had me stuck.


One hour… two hours…three… passed,
later I need to wake up.Yet, I’m still up!
Pissed off!


What’s happening with my system?
Why shouldn’t you give me rest?
Am I under a curse or a bad omen maybe?
What’s up?


Shit!
It’s seven o’clock.


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