By Lyna Salman

My mind’s neurogym at night
Keep kicking away my sleep
Insomnia triggers the flight
And i travel the earth so deep
I bleed in millions of words
And rise and fight and watch
Thoughts with heavy swords
Where the clock is my coach
Then I refuse to close my eyes
I don’t even like them to blink
Sleeping is when someone dies
I like to stay awake and think

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