Saturday, April 17, 2010

I have not seen morning
I don't even know why
I don't even remember when I saw her last
May be, I saw her cry

I can only dream about mornings
For when she comes I am still asleep
clunging on to her in my dreams
I take a gaint leap

But when I get up to see her
she is no where to be found
A raging sun with its insomniac eyes
looks at me with optimism abound

1 comment:

Just Me said...

I can relate to this very much. I suffer not only from insomnia but bipolar disorder and the manic episodes are somewhat like you write.