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:
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.
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