The ceiling is callous
and watches me suffer
He shows no affection
or pity
as I gaze up at him
hoping to find a meaning to
the lack of sleep
his silence is haunting
he doesn't spare me a
second glance
Yet I wonder what will happen
if I paint him with stars
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insomnia
الشعرI wish I could drift off like everyone else instead of being awake at the dead of night. Oh no, the silence doesn't haunt me, it's the meaningless echoes that form in my mind. I wish I didn't feel so insignificant seeing as I'm not fully alone. I do...
