The poet’s insomnia


dec 22 550 (2)

Late in the night,

The Insomnia looms,

The lonely mind of the poet,

Gazing at the cigar fumes.

 

The poet mind builds,

Insomnia of desire love,

With bricks of passion verses,

Like mason building a wall.

 

Born from a brainstorm,

Of thoughts, lived on the day,

Verse after verse,

Insomnia spreads her rays.

 

The dearth of fervor verses

Are raising from the paper,

Cursing angrily insomnia,

And the poor poet, forever.

 

One last gleam of verse

And the love poem is done,

Insomnia lets the poet to sleep,

With the arrival of dawn.

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