A poem born of a sleepless night.

One cannot be healthy if they do not get enough amount of sleep. So, it is best to opt for ways to get into slumber for necessary hours. Sleep arrives when least expected and therefore never force to think about sleep to get one!

If the person is not able to sleep well, then it is called as the medical condition called as insomnia. It is indeed a painful phenomenon.

Sleeplessness is a slow poison that would kill a person by shortening their life span.

A poem about my chronic insomnia.

It is when you think it is still dark and cold…. The truth is… the sun is already up…. And you haven’t had your precious sleep…. Just like yesterday….

I cannot sleep, so instead I write.

Insonnia.

A poem about sleeplessness.

How fucking night will pass?