Insomnia

 Very little sleep he gets 

in recent days

he doesn't always crave sleep

he's just plagued by fatigue

amidst the chaos of time and space

no passing cars would take him away

boarding a grey-green

plain bus 

he is relieved

however the bus never stops

no matter where it passes

such a trite scenario

really happened in his brain

the anxiety was real

passing through the grand canyon

it was real

the disconsolate passengers

it was all real

the bus didn't stop

until he opened his eyes 

and woke up by accident

the other half of him

getting out out of bed slowly

turning on some light

entering a new day of life

not surprised by what was taken away from him

he already believed that no matter where he was

he could never get out of the destiny 

of his childhood.


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