Insomnia 2

 

just chilling
a cigarette
unlit
coughs
the light flickers

smell of burnt rubber
peeled on asphalt
distant roars
of bikes

water dripping on sink
incessant pings
got to repair that
tomorrow

Yawns
looks across the street
swear there is someone
lurking around

shakes head
got to stop newspaper's subscription
they never get read anyway

blush in the east
sighs
maybe the pills will work
dawn feels like dusk

Where's the bathroom
bleary eyes
trying on the cold blanket
snore a bit
and start awake.



*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*