World around cradles in ,
Hues of night turning dark ,
It is at this witching hour
The insomniac me prowls….
Sometimes the writer ,
Sometimes a reader ,
Into fantacy and philosophy ,
Fiction and more
Or just Netflix or Prime ,
All the way till time of dawn
A tired mind and soul ,
Halfway of sleepy embrace
A chiming alarm sound
For me to attend to the day
Half- Asleep , the insomnia..
The insomniac me
