12 February 2013
Insomnia is personal torture One lies awake for hours Time is tangible You can feel the hours passing And the minutes tick As they lie awake Frozen within the passing time
Brain never stops Always a thought Bouncing, bumping, forming If not, an insomniac would go mad To lie awake As a decade passes with each breath
Time is relative At night For the insomniac Time stops But the clock does not
Insomniac • Opuss № I