One day, I woke up in the darkness of early dawn
The shades of black on the sky beheld―
The traces of my insomniac self,
The sordid lifestyle I led, and
The restless turns I took while I struggled for sleep.
All these moments passed along with time,
And the sky was no longer dark.
The sky revealed its hues, a spontaneous orange
Which fades into a yellow, not so bright;
Yet, not that pale.
I witnessed one more morning,
Which embraced me within its dazzling light;
Quite blinding for a sleep-deprived like me.
In that light, I saw my life reflecting upon me,
The deadly nights I spent, tossing myself on the bed
Just to sleep. Just, to sleep for a while.
But no, all the pills failed to close my eyes.
That morning I saw a different self,
Horrified, and somewhat aloof.
These numerous days of sleeplessness
Had fed on me like a beast and there I stood―
With dark patches under my eyes and a lean frame;
A weak one.
I turned towards the clock which read 5:30,
And sat up.
Closing the curtains I searched for the pills,
And emptied the bottle.
Now, I could sleep, peacefully.
And I shall never again wake up, again,
In the darkness of early dawn.
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