Ohh....Insomnia
The old and tired maiden
With nothing to offer but sleepless promises and pain
Dressed in thoughts that bothered you all day long
And wearing jewelery of bills to pay and quarrels that must be settled
She comes uninvited
And spends as much time as pleases
She might leave if you pop two of these
But will return no doubt after the acids in your stomach have finished their work...
Insomnia....whose child are you?
Is your mother Worry and your father Pain
Are you the Kin of Trouble and Discomfort
And are your cousins Misery and Ache...
Why do you knock on our doors late at night
And stay till the morning when the sun greets our eyes?
Tell me Insomnia...have you come to wed me?
Be my wife and lifelong companion?
Or are you here as a cheap whore from the bar?
Simply having some fun...
Answer me please...
I have suffered enough...
Dmitriy Kokarev
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/insomnia-41/
