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