Insomnia1 min 12.1K 1 min 12.1K
The river of sleep has dried up,
for I can reckon
the bedrocks of a dreamless night.
A night without opportunities,
To behold and to be mesmerised.
Insomnia is the cradle of my creativity,
Crawling through this night of melancholy,
I wonder, what a price I have to pay
As I lay in utter dismay.