Insomnia

Taken by my lens

 

At midnight, at quite hour

The world dozes off,

While my weary eyes endure

the night's darkness and gloom. 

Through shadows I yearn to find

Slumber's peace and dreams' beams

Yet all I find, alas,

Is weariness and time passing by. 

Then, at five, the world awakens, 

As I lie hearing

The neighbor's shutter creaking open

Cars streaking by like fireworks

A cat's feeble meowing, followed by

A dove's soft cooing. 

Soon after, the firmament brightens

and sunlight seeps through the sheer curtain,

Morning approaches 

and I prepare

For another day of despair.