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A night in “Insomnia”

a poem

Photo by Ahmad Odeh on Unsplash

If cannot sleep, Go to "insomnia" which is in the middle of the slope. He will ask, What do you wanna drink? I will say, I’m gonna have a tequila. And we dance.

My glass is filled up with transparency, the floor is full of insomniacs, who love fluorescent neons, floating in muddy midnight. I pretend no to feel lonely, And dance again.

We have the power, As if kings and queens of this kingdom. But we all know, in a few hours time, Like vampires, We become miserable in the morning sun. Then, our insomnias melt like ice creams. Nowhere to go back but to the reality, being transparent in a commuting train.

Originally posted on https://japanesque-cafe.com/.

My books are available on Amazon!

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