Insomnia

Insomnia short poem

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Twilight. I’m still awake.
Listening to the mixture of songs through my headphones.
The air conditioner is blaring and the fan at its full speed,
the lights all switched off and the comforter hugging me.
My brain is tired but is not tired,
I don’t know why I’m having insomnia.
Maybe the appreciation from today’s audience was keeping me awake,
or the person sleeping beside me was sleeping his last sleep.

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